Seeing as how most of the group had been gathered, Morr rose his voice to speak "My battle-brothers and sisters, let me tell you of the revelations the mayor granted me to tell you..."<br/><br/>He explained the general situation the town was in. The main trade routes, those by sea, had utterly dried up, due to the very simple fact that no ship had been capable of entering the port for months, while anything that left did not return. Days ago a thick mist had formed some distance off the port's immediate waters, encircling any passage to the town by sea. Any who had dared entering had, naturally, never exited.<br/><br/>While trade by land remained, it was far from sufficient, inflation in the town already having begun. But to make matters worse, a cult of sorts had emerged, spreading chaos and fear via hit and run tactics, vanishing after berserker-like attacks without a trace, heavily besetting the patrols the town's guard had set up, those whom they took never returning. It had been reported, however, that they flung themselves into their attacks with cries akin to "The call demands!"<br/><br/>"... as such, leads are far and few, but the mayor was indeed able to provide us with something to investigate. During a series of house-searches, a group of guards had been sent to a mansion situated outside the city under the possession of a wealthy lady. None of them returned. If no one else here has happened upon any other lead, I would suggest we begin our search there, starting after a rest in this tavern, setting out tomorrow morning."