[H2][color=#9cb6c3][right]Solomon Sparrow[/right][/color][/H2]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location: [/color][/b] Fanghorn, Kindeance [/right]
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	So, father Delving knew the baron on a personal level. Now Silas was here for reasons still clouded in uncertainty. Coupled with the knowledge of the conflict involving Aaron, it was too convenient. Just how much was Silas aware of the situation?

	“I am sorry for your loss.” said Solomon. He hardly moved from where he stood. For the moment, he kept his undead allies at bay, urging their silence. The admiral sounded sincere with his grief. So far, no need for any swift action, but caution was still had. “There was an incident involving a well known mage known as Asevor. You might have heard of him. Most of what you see here can be associated with him. It’s been dealt with. There shouldn’t be any further risk of harm to the village or its people.”

	Solomon gestured to the ruins of the keep as he spoke, pointing out damage obviously caused by magic such as the acidic scaring across the furnishing, and the blast marks along the walls. “We’ve done all we can to help those affected until relief arrives from the neighboring town. Excuse me for my curiosity though, might I ask what brings you here?”