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“B-Brother Iinshor speaks the truth, milord!” Chimes in another, less-bougie-sounding cultist! “Crossroads, Umberal, Threshold and the free hamlets to the East… none of them have reported anything resembling a second anomaly… a-and the Skogs to the West would have mentioned-”

“Brother Iinshor: focus your forces on the Southern Coast.” Larius commands with renewed vigor in his voice! “’Antoine’ has eluded our wrath for too long! Find his sow–she will lead us to him… and when she does…”

“BURN HIM!”
“SHRED HIM!”
L-let him off with a warning?!
“YEA, LET HIM OFF WITH A-”

“SILENCE!” The Cult Leader decrees as his voice echoes across the aether, “You will bring them before me… ALIVE. He has long forfeited the luxury of a swift and painless death! Let the Burrower’s might and mind guide your blades, Brothers–soon this world of fools and thieves will be buried and devoured… and in its place a NEW AGE SHALL RISE!”

The meeting erupts in a clamor of hoots and hollers as you feel the vague tug of magic on your skin… looks like whatever brought you here wasn’t a one-way street! While the aether explodes into a spirited chant, you hold your breath and try to make a stealthy exit while you still can!

>Roll me 1d100-4 (+2 Loose Footwork, +3 Sneaky Leather Armor, +2 Illusionist Initiate, +2 Crowded meeting, -10 THE BURROWER WAKES, -3 Crowded) to beat a hasty, but unnoticed, retreat! Best of 3!