Arriving back in Tamran after sailing back from the Tar-Baphon’s Island, Thomas is having trouble concentrating now that he is cursed after touching the Whispering Tyrant’s artifact. After trying to track down Reginar Dremlock the Ranger and bring Dursan to him (his long lost brother of 12 years) the party is informed that he is out on Forrester’s business “negotiating” with a local tribe of Gnolls, but that if their business is with the Militia then they should call upon the Wizard, Sir Haversham.
Arriving at the Wizard’s house they are welcomed in and given grey SoothingDay robes to wear during their visit. Some property of the robes combined with the hospitality rituals of SoothDay seems to ease the whisperings about gold and the idea of going back to Xin-Grafar for the Jewelled artifact that Thom is suffering from. After some almost polite conversation the Wizard tells them that a remove curse could be done for the Bard for a 10,000 gold piece donation to the Vigilant Temple in the city of Vellumis to the Merciful Sisters of Iomedae.
Since the Bard doesn’t have that kind of funding Sir Haversham “suggests” a way to both attain a way to track the escaped Cultist named Aglanda in order to retrieve both the kidnapped Barfy the Rust Monster as well as doing the Wizard a kind of favor, which in return of he will try to pull some strings to have the Merciful Sisters perform the remove curse. In the meantime Sir Haversham also offers to take care of Dursan until Reginar returns.
The following conversation takes place the next day before the Mending Day Markets open at the house of Sir Haversham, Militia Wizard and Speaker of Winds, shortly after his guests from the previous SoothDay have departed.
“Ah, Lord Garnham, what an unexpected surprise. Won’t you come in?”
“Some surprise, horrible night last night, Sir Haversham. Those kids must have tricked someone into helping them. Stole several steaks from the pantry, ruined my kitchen door, one of my cabinets, and now my hyena companion is missing as well. I’d have thought they’d have learned by now, and for quite a while the fear traps were enough, but… really, is some peace and quiet for my research too much to expect in my old age?”
“Are you sure it was children? And what kind of help did you say they had?”
“Some kind of Ogre, must have been by the size of it! Huge battle axe and ferocious, too! I had to summon TWO owl bears in order to get away from the brute. Hard to say how many kids, tho’, somewhere between three or half a dozen. What with only a few candles in the hallway being lit and it being the new moon it was rather dark. If it hadn’t been for my servants I would never have seen them until it was too late. Poor things, but once I put them back in the fireplace my mephitis were able to reconstitute themselves. Still, you would think a retired Hedge Wizard should be able to go into his own kitchen for a midnight snack without finding an Ogre raiding the ice box.”
“Quite, you have every reason to be upset. Did they leave any evidence? Should I send a few of my men to see what kind of samples they can collect?”
“No! Uh, or rather, no, that won’t be necessary. I’ve already gone through the house to see what I could find. Y’see, that’s the thing that worries me, they were in the records office and ruined a few of the sample cases. My traps all worked fine, but they used some kind of acid to destroy the evidence. I can’t really tell what they took, if anything. Most children aren’t that cautious about that kind of thing. I’m thinking I should increase what I’ve already got in place as well, I’ve half a mind to put those poisonous assassin vines on every window since thats how they got in. Never mind if some rotten little punk gets caught next time, I’ll be in my rights as both a property owner, as the Speaker of Doors, and a member of the Militia reserve.”
“Thanks to the Varisian Barge Captains, yes, we’re all on reserve status for now, we still don’t know how bold the Multhani Navy is going to get with the increase in privateer raids on our ships. Still, acting as Speaker of the Winds I’ll say you are within your rights, but I would put out the word or at least put a warning sign of some sort that you’ll be using lethal wards on your property. You wouldn’t want some poor mother to lose their child to curiosity when there was no harm meant, would you? Ruffians and ogres and thieves, fine, but I would hate to hear a report that the hermit of Kartsan’s Bluff was lynched by a mob of angry mothers.”
“Yes, yes, of course you’re right old friend. I was actually going into town to get the materials I need from the Weaver and put out the word while looking for my hyena. I’ll be in disguise, of course, it won’t help my reputation as a hermit if I’m seen in town you know.”
“I understand, do call on me if you need my help.”
“I will, Sir Haversham, may all Doors be open to you.”
“And may the Winds blow warmly for you, Lord Garnham.”