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As you ask around the market, several tavern names come up, but none seem to strike you as particularly safe. Eventually, you're reduced to simply choosing one at random, and hoping for the best. As you walk around the market, it seems particularly wild and rambunctious, even for the drow. Thieves of all races seem to be blatantly stealing, and you see numerous fights break out. Even among the drow, there should be some sort of city watch to keep things under control, but there seem to be hardly any around. Still, you appear well armed enough that no one attempts to involve you in any of these fights or pickpocketings, and before long you finally find the tavern you were looking for.

Arriving at the Pickled Rothe, you're met by an elderly drow man who takes your money even as he eyes the party suspiciously. A pair of goblin slaves take you to your room, a stone structure built around one of the odd glowing crystals. However, once they bring you to your rooms, it seems that one of the goblins, or the innkeeper, or simply a conspicuous looking patron always seems to be meandering in the hallway. While you do not get the impression that someone is planning on robbing you, coming and going unnoticed may prove difficult.

It took longer than expected to find a room and settle in, and after only half an hour in the room there is a faint knocking at the door. Opening it, a gnome steps in, his eyes downcast. On his forehead, a slave marking has been branded, and when you attempt to speak to him, he opens his mouth to reveal his tongue has been cut out. Around his neck is a polished, silver mirror that he holds up and drops a fine blue powder on, and moments later you see the face of the drow priestess from before appear.

"Well, I hear you have found a place that will house your kind." The image is a bit warbley, but you are able to make out most of the words. The face of the priestess turns slightly to look at Aramil at Pavick. The image squints, and it appears that the distortion works both ways as the priestess-in-a-mirror examines the gnome and eladrin. "Now tell me, who is this priestess whose city you claimed was routed?"