Tia was studying divination in Cortwellin when she heard the crier speak of a village plagued by misfortune. That was pretty much all the incentive she needed to change her path from study to adventure. After all, any problem that needed solving was something Tia wanted to explore, and this certainly sounded like a problem that could use some arcane assistance. Plus, it sounded fun - in a purely academic sense - to figure out what was causing the problems and attempt to assist in it. Especially with divination being her weaker area of study, she looked forward to working on it in a field setting.
It took a little over a week to travel to the town of Kasdella. A bit longer than she expected, but considering Cele’bagar kept complaining about the conditions of their travel and how they slept it couldn't be avoided. Arriving close to midday, it seemed some of the problems hadn't quite been leaned up yet. She originally planned to settle in before starting her investigation, however such a ripe opportunity was hard to pass up. Despite Cele’bagar's protests; he rarely enjoyed Tia's spur of the moment decisions anyways.
Though hesitant - to say the least - at first, the farmers she approached answered her questions. The superstitions they spewed seemed rubbish, but Tia certainly wasn't about to brush off any potential lead just because it seemed mere legend. If she learned nothing else in her decades of study, it was that magic could make anything possible. After convincing the owner of the dead cattle to allow her to take a sample of the deceased cow's blood and obtaining that sample, she bid them farewell and continued on to the village - and further still, the inn. More information could be obtained in due time. She owed it to Cele’bagar to get a room and settle them in for the duration of their stay.
Tia finally left her room after hours of pampering Cele’bagar, settling in for a long stay, and even starting arcane tests on some of her sampled blood. Time's passing escaped her notice for the most part, particularly in being surprised that night had fallen already. Settling into a table and quickly catching the attention of a server, she placed a food order for her and Cele’bagar before turning to just observe the patrons of the tavern. More than a few of them looked glum; honestly, the only one with any remote sense of cheer seemed to be the entertainer that started singing. Even that song sounded desperate.
Perhaps a song that is less desperate and focused on current situations would do everyone wonders, Cele’bagar said to Tia using his telepathy. His tail flicked impatiently, tapping against Tia's shoulder in a quick rhythm. Tia couldn't deny that she disliked the morose atmosphere cast in the tavern, so she wasn't surprised that Cele’bagar didn't like it any more than she did.
"Good madam, do you know of the tale of Coran, defeater of B'nok the Devastator? Or perhaps the ballad of Melvar the traveling monk?" Those two songs, though not things she could recite herself, were upbeat and spoke of brave adventurers that saved towns from evil and destruction. She didn't know if perhaps they were songs the entertainer had already performed, but it was at least a good suggestion spot to perhaps lift the dark cloud hanging in the room.