Kimba smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry if my inquiries have evoked painful memories of your past, Khaz Axzen. “It is not my intention," she purred soothingly.
"Pain is for humans and tree hugging elves; don't pity me." Khaz said as if insulted but the liqueur must have loosened him up a bit. He smiled and indicated she should continue with a wave of his meaty hand.
Folding her hands in front of her, the druid continued, "We have discovered some of the cults clandestine ritual sites and bloody alters in the Twisted forest south of the city. Demon tainted, mutilated corpses have also been found.” She quickly glanced up at Dev as she mentioned the corpses. The big man, almost forgotten by the trio, seemed to stiffen and a fleeting look of sorrow passed over his face like a wisp of cloud floating over the sun before returning to its former stoic expression.
Taking a deep breath the elfess asked, "Have either of you heard any of the legends or rumors pertaining to the sewer systems beneath Isegoth particularly the older sections that run below the southern and eastern quarters of the city?”
"It's whispered that the old sewers still run under portions of the ruins on the coast." Of course Sarel didn't have to mention which ruins he spoke of. Infamous and feared throughout the Khorian Empire, the ruins were once a part of Isegoth located along the mountainous south east coast overlooking the Khorian bay. Called the heights in its heyday; it was overrun and decimated thousands of years ago by the armies of the demon high lords boiling out of the southern wastes during the demon wars, the same wars that gave birth to Sarel’s race of mortal elves. Having been walled off from the rest of the city, the ruins were avoided by the locals most of them anyway.
Kimba silently nodded her agreement as Khaz spoke in his stone scraping stone voice, "them ruins is haunted; ya can see witch lights flickerin' up there and howlin' carried on the wind," his voice trailed off to a whisper as he visibly shuddered.
"Our information leads us to believe that Creed headquarters, the cult from beneath the south eastern quarter of the city, is in the old sewers.” The elven druidess produced a rough map of the sewers from a pouch hanging at her belt. "This is an old maintenance area,” she said tapping the western edge of the map. "My orders’ seers are unable to see or detect anything from this entire area due to powerful warding and anti-detection spells.” She tapped the western edge one more time, "this is where it is."
"We," she paused before continuing, "I need your help in this matter; I sought you two specifically because of your...Unique talents involving stealth and muscle".
"Thieving and killing," Dev spoke for the first time startling the seated trio. "Thieves and murderers is what the good lady has resorted to in order to rid the world of other demon spawned scum," finished Dev with a sneer.
Khaz exploded from his seat sending his chair sliding across the room. "We ain't never thieved nor killed nobody that didn't deserve to be thieved or killed or wouldn't robbed or killed us first," he growled clenching his fists and taking a step in Dev's direction.
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