Edward looked at Mara. "Mischief? Oh, no no. Merely, let us say I'm on an errand tonight." He looked over to the bar and nodded towards Durnan. "I've always found Yawning portal to be a rather silly name for this place. Then again, I guess it's better than 'Hole in the ground to a dungeon filled with vermin'." He glanced over the pretty serving girl, there was something about her. Not only was she quite easy on the eye, and seemingly a lot smarter than most of Durnan's serving staff, but there seemed to be something coming off her. Raw power, he couldn't quite explain it, but he'd seen it before.<br/><br/>"Where are my manners. My name is Edward Waters, milady, and I will tell you of my quest." Peering at the stage he continued "Though I'm sure my story pales to the ones Versengold will tell later on, I'm sure." He took a deep breath. "Durnan and many of the locals know me as a little street urchin, and many suspect me to be a pickpocket and a burglar. To be completely fair, they are not entirely wrong. But the orphans around here need to eat, do they not?"<br/><br/>He flashed a rather nervous smile as he continued. "Any way, as I was 'visiting' a certain gentleman of wealth's new estate in mountainside, I stumbled across this old cloth map." He took out the piece of cloth again. "It is obviously of part of the undermountain, but I have no idea where exactly. Now the markings around it seem to be indicating a cache of magic items left by Halaster himself. Can you imagine the items one such as the mad mage would feel the need to hide?"<br/><br/>He looked around the table in a conspiratory manner "The map is only the first clue. There are others. The writing my dwarf friend came to talk about earlier seems to be part of a puzzle that leads further towards the cache. I went down to find this writing a few weeks back, but a group of Duergar stumbled across me as I was writing. Lets just say, I'm really happy to still breathe."<br/><br/>He pointed towards the door again. "Now the old man won't let me near the hole again. He's afraid I'll die. Which is odd, cause I sure as the hells wouldn't be the first he let past to get themselves killed, and I certainly wouldn't be the last."