"very good Tony." Castor said as he thumbed through the book. He was trying to gather as much info as he could on the cult before they sent in new priests to reclaim their temple.
The book was worn but not old. The parchment dirty but readable. The not quite black ink was somehow unsettling but he read on.
"the year of the snake shall be a glorious year. Now with the venom born among us we no longer have to beg for scraps but instead embrace our destiny."
Castor figured that was the reason for the blatant courage of the assassin den. He read through letters between the now dead high priestess and a man named Sven. Sven referenced an old dwarves mine in the misty mountains. Castor knew that was called Dragon reach just outside the city of Brendon Ford.
"Tony, I want you to send someone to riverwood. It's a small logging outpost beyond an imperial city called Brendon Ford. See what you can dig up about the venom cult there. Also in case they do decide revenge is the better option to obedience, take this book to a squealing pig and make sure it makes it to the hands of the agency. Keep the cult busy with the empire they won't have the time to fight us, they will need our help. Go ahead say it."
Tony said simply, yes boss.
No, the other thing
You are a genius.
Yes I am.
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