Rax squirms and fidgets throughout Gilraen's report to the Mercantile League, clearly uncomfortable in such a formal environment. He breaks his silence only when the Sir Korvaski mentions the tunnels beneath the Glassworks. "Well, someone discovered them! And Gilraen left out the part about the monsters down there we just finished fighting!" Seeing the looks on the councils' faces, Rax quickly recalculates, "No, no - it's safe for now - we slew them all. But whatever evil energy created those creatures in the first place likely isn't gone for gone. The entrance needs to be re-bricked, in double layers this time, and it wouldn't be a bad idea to have someone on patrol at all times!"

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A scribe opens the door. "Mayor, come quick. A man fell off his horse just outside. Both he and his horse are wounded badly. I wouldn't have disturbed you, but he called out for you by name."

The Mayor leads the group quickly outside to see a crowd gathered around what you assume must be the wounded man. Daviren Hosk is tending to the horse over to the side. It has been shot in the hind quarters by an arrow with blue fletching. You recognize the horse as belonging to Madrak Stoot. Hannah Velerin is rushing down Main Street from the south.
Rax bolts out of the room at the scribe's announcement, eager for the excuse to leave the piercing gazes of the League members. "Hey, it's that ranger fellow! Madrak, right? What happened, man? Gilraen, he's hurt! Get over here and patch him up!" Rax is engrossed enough by the spectacle that he forgets to scowl at the hurtful sunlight, for once.