<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">At least Lucan's memory was good. The shopkeep nodded as Azzir processed the information that he was fed by the elf, and finally his head shook when the last question came. “<em>We</em> will do nothing." He said almost scoldingly, “You will clean up your own mess." He added on, with a bit of frustration still lingering even though by the retelling of this account it was likely to be an easy fix. “Not alone, however." He finished, continuing to shake his head. “We need to cast the light onto someone else, something else. Just to be certain this doesn't come back to bother us again in the future."<br/><br/>In typical Azzir fashion the shopkeep folded his hands behind his back - a position that didn't look at all natural to the wheelwright, “You're going to be Eilsaadi early. One of your soon to be companions. This will serve as a useful offering to her patron, as well as benefit us. You will locate the guard for her, and allow her to handle the rest. Assist her beyond that in whatever capacity that she needs." He instructed, nodding his head, satisfied with this solution, “When you meet her, tell her that Azzir sends this as the first offering to Bhaal, the first of many. She'll understand. Tell her that I would like it to look like this incident was handled by the Reavers."<br/><br/></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/>