The Processional was the heart of the city of Greyhawk. The roadway was over one hundred feet wide for most of its length and commerce abounded here. The street was alive with people of all races and demihumans of all stripes. Dev and his companions were nearly accosted every step of the way by tradesmen, hawkers, and performers of every type. Not to mention clerics seeking donations, beggars asking for hand outs, as well as the nefarious cutpurses and pickpockets who thrived among the crowds. If not for Dev's size and being girded for battle, they may have been stopped but they finally waded toward the Garden Gate where they would cross over into the High Quarter.

At the Garden Gate Dev must sign the register and then all three were passed through without incident. The guards there were familiar with both the sigil upon the sealed parchment and upon the Master Merchant's ring. The sergeant-at-arms nodded but his keen eyes remained upon the party as the group passed through a gate not unlike the Black Gate itself but only smaller and of newer construction.

The sun had been up for over seven hours by the time they reached the High Market and traffic was at its peak, thus slowing their travel even more. In addition, the various fragrances of lotions and perfumes, the sparkle of jewelry and colors of silks, sufficed to catch Blossom’s notice. Deverick could hardly take his eyes off of the many fruits and vegetables on display, whilst Ovo's’s eyes were firmly fixed on the abundant weapons and armor exhibits. The High Market was where the rich and well-to-do shopped and the goods were expensive. Much more so than the Petit Bazaar.

A passing merchant, when stopped by Ovo to get directions, pointed toward the building that he said was indeed The Wheel Of Gold.

Blossom then gasped "Borcarsen! I dought I saw Ren but... he vent behind dose stalls. Dat or it vas his twin!"
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 The trip to the High Quarter was without incident,as they passed thought the gate and into part of the city Deverick had never been before. His eyes darted here and there, soaking in the remarkable sights, to the eyes of a Blacksmiths son. From the exotic foodstuffs, to the many fancy suits of armor to the shining weapons on display.

 All three of them where gawking at what intersted them,when Blossom bespoke of seeing Ren go behind some stalls.

" Ye saw Ren? Tal said something bout Ren bein seen in more then one place. I says we checks it out. C'mon you lot, lets go see whats what."

 Dev headed to where Blossom said she last saw Ren.
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The three companions moved as quickly as they may, but again the throngs of people prevented any quick movements. At last they reached the stalls of a silk merchant from Ekbir.

"You there! Giant Warrior! If you are to live among the rich... dress the part. There is no one who can beat my price. A tunic? Matching breeches?"

As Dev moved to look behind the stall, the big warrior saw a halfling picking himself off the ground and dusting himself off.

"Dam halfelf!"

 As the three foght against the throngs of people, it was slow going even with Dev acting  point. The Silk Merchant's attempt at selling his wares fell upon deaf ears, as Deverick looked behind the stall.

 He saw the Hobbit and what he said, Dev knew he must mean the one they where looking for.

" Master Halfing, where did th half elf get ta?" Ask as Deverick scanned the area seeking any sign of Ren.

The halfling's eyes grew wide.

"Whaa... whaat!? Whooo? Halfelf?" he said with surprise!

"I.... I didn't do nuth'n! I swear! He just ran me down! If yer the watch or bodyguards... I... I tried to get outta the way! Ask 'em! He went thattah way!"

He said hitching a thumb over his shoulder toward a big pavilion behind him.
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 Deverick Rolled his eyes in reaction to the Halfling.

" We be neither,Lad, We just interested in where he got ta. Thank ye."

 Said Deverick,as they passed the Hobbit and hot footed it to the big Pavillion.

Deverick, Ovo, and Blossom made short work into the huge pavilion. Throwing aside the opening revealed a spacious tent so big that the far corners were dark shadow that the single lantern did little to dispel it. An older woman stood slowly to her feet behind a table, lined with sharp daggers and knives upon it.

"Welcome. My name is Helda... from Keoland. These are indeed the best blades with the strongest steel. No need to rush friends! take your time. Hold them and feel their balance. Come one and all."

Of a halfelf... none could be seen...

 The Three intreped heros entered the large pavilion, but there was no sign of the one they pursued. The Woman that sold steel pitched her wares as expected. Deverick regarded her.

 " Pardon Lady, but did a half elf just pass though here?"
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The woman's eyes became very thoughtful and she scratched her chin.

"Weeeell... we had one yestereve. Aye! That's when one came in and bought a handsome knife if I remember. Yet, none today. A couple of dwarfs... him... "

She nodded toward Ovo "... he is the third today but no half elves today sirah. Just me and my associate Fritz. Fritz? Come out and meet these three... well these three here."

From out of the shadows came a halfling! A halfling that looked just like the one Dev had encountered outside the pavilion. He nodded to the adventurers and smiled.

"Half elf ya say? Why I remember the one from last night I do. Well dressed he was. Said he was looking for a gift to give the Lord Mayor. Spare no expense said he. Paid in good gold did he. Haven't seen him since though. where was he headed?"

The woman looked thoughtful and smiled "The Wheel Of Gold! That's it I'll wager. you know the place?"

 Deverick almost growled,when he heard the two. It seemed the phantom Ren had disappeared into thin air.

" Thank ye fer your time,Lady en Master Hobbit."

 Deverick gave a "come on" gesture with his arm to his two companions. Once the trio where outside " Bugger this. Let us be bout our errand." He walked off towards the Casino...he hoped.

Ovo scowled and held up a hand

"Hold on lad! I'm all fer go'n on n' deliver'n that their scroll... but did ye see Ren or nay? If'n ye did, where in hades did 'e get off ta? Wot be up? Mayhaps magic? Wot ye be think'n?"

Blossom harrumphed!

"I saw him! I vill swear by Kord! I saw him run behind dese stalls. And dat halfling! He vas da same one inside da tent yah?"

 The Warrior looked somewhat confused.
 " I believe ye,Blossum, but he jus vanished.En magic be why he could do it,more as like. Are ye sayin th obbit mayhaop be Ren changed?"

Ovo shook his head "That be madness lad! How can one be the other? I be known'n that magic be powerful n' can do strange deeds but this? And be this Ren or some such that pretends ta be Ren. If that be so then why?"

Ovo stared at the pavilion with some suspicion...

Blossom spat "I hate mahgik Borcarsen. My people do not trust it nor dose who use it. Vee saw da halfling. Da vooman said da Ren vent to da same place vee go now. Mayhaps dat voman is ah sorcerer o' sum kind. If vee don't go back den vee should vatch dat place."

Blossom's hand if by reflex touched the broadsword at her hip.

 Dev was not sure what to do,as concerned the Hobbit and woman. But he did know, they had to deliver the missive for the Mayor.

 "Madness Ovo? Mayhap, but I know wha I knows. We ad them that had magic ta support us in th Militia, from time ta time. They could do some bloody impressive things, I am er ta tell ye."

 The Warrior thought for a few moments, then came to a decision.

" Right, mayhap we should watch th place. What say th two of ye watch th place, en I drop off the missive, then come back."

Ovo nodded "That be a right gud plan lad. Blossom n' me will keep our eyes out fer any mischief. Half elf or hobbit, we'll spot 'em and will get sum information as well. Go on lad, we;ll nay let ye down."

Blossom gave Dev a curt nod!

Dev then turned on his heels and headed for the gaming house owned by the mayor and Ren o' the Star frequented, that and maybe his shade...

The Wheel of Gold was a legitimate gambling establishment. Yet, a casino will always make money. The odds are always stacked in favor of the house. The victims of the above mentioned extortion will rest easier knowing that their misery is only a small part of Greyhawk's revenue. Lord Mayor Nerof Gasgal was said to be a thief in good standing within the guild so why not invent a new way... a legal way to rob the good folk of Greyhawk.

As he reached the steps of the establishment someone cleared their throat behind him.

  The course of action having been decided upon, Deverick bid his comrades fare well, until latter. He made his way to the Wheel of Gold to deliver the missive for the Mayor. Once that was done, he intended to return his two comrades,and with any hope some down time.

 Just as Deverick reached the base of the Casino's steps, heard heard someone clear his throat. The Warrior turned to look in that direction.

A man who stood 5'9" tall and with a medium build, Dev guessed he weighed about 160lbs. His head held close-shaved brown hair and his keen blue eyes studied Deverick for some heartbeats before hr gave the big warrior a nod of greeting.

"Well met... Deverick the Tall mayhaps? I am Sulwyn, a priest of Pelor and a friend of a friend." said the man with a slight smile.

He was indeed dressed like a priest and was wearing robes that a follower of Palor should be wearing. Yet, upon his belt hung a footman's mace. Again, blades were forbidden to those who served the Lady of Light.

"I do not mean to disturb you but I have grave news... tidings you should heed. Will you listen then?"

 Deverick took the measure of the self described Priest of Pelor. The Warrior did take note of the very functional looking mace at the man's waist.

" Aye, I be Deverick,and a  follower of Trithereon. Seeing me god and yer god be on good terms, I av no issue with speaking with ye, good Priest. But how be it,ye knew me name?"

The smile slowly spread upon the priest's lips.

"She said you would be curious. That's not a bad thing considering. I am glad you chose wisely. Tessorielle is my friend. She is most concerned for your well being. I... I do not know you Deverick nor you me. Yet, there is one of my order and an Oligarch no less, that knows of you as well. It seemed Tess found out about this and asked me to look into it. If this person was interested in you, I was to seek you out. Tess said you would be headed here... "

At this he pointed to the casino.

"... the Wheel of Gold. Now then, have you heard of Derider Fanshen?"

Dev knew her to be the Constable of the Watch and knew she was well known and liked among the folk of the Old City. Even some from the Slum Quarter itself. She gave alms when she could and even healed those in need when she could. She was known to be fair when it came to dealing with folks, even suspects of crimes.

"I av heard of er,wha do this hav ta do with the likes o me,anyway?"

Sulwyn again nodded with his smile in place.

"Derider wants to ask you some questions. What they are I do not know. Yet, I confirmed this with the Constable herself. You see I just came from the Citadel and her office. She asked me how I knew you and I said I didn't but could mayhaps find you.  Derider has already given your description to the various Watch patrols. I kept this destination to myself... I would not lie to the Constable you see but she never asked me if I knew where you were or where you were going to be."

The priest gave a slight shrug to his shoulders.

"It might be well you came with me to meet her. Better you come in voluntarily rather than being picked up by a patrol I would think. Do you indeed have business here... at The Wheel?"

 Deverick took a long look at the Priest,before he spoke.

" I heard from th Gnome, this er Constable be lookin fer me. Ye confirmed this fact fer me, and I be thankin ye fer that. I be a right proud citizen o Greyhawk, that has done nay against her laws. So, if the Watch wants ta speak with me, that be fine, but I av a few things ta do afore hand. And me business in the Wheel be just that, me business."

" So, I be thankin ye fer your time,but I av a matter ta tend too. Be well, good priest."

 Deverick would nod to him, then walked on up the steps.
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Sulwyn held up a warding hand but his smile remained.

"Your business is indeed your own friend. I will nay ask you about it again. Yet, if you are willing to meet with Derider upon concluding your business, mayhaps you will do me the honor of escorting you to the Citadel. That is where you will find the Constable. Traveling with me has its advantages as well. While a patrol may ask to tag along, I could persuade them that I'm in charge... thus keeping them and their questions at bay so to speak. Take your time, I do not mind waiting I assure you. What say you?"

 He then took another hard look at this Priest of Pelor.


"If ye speaks th truth,then ye be more then a simple Priest,if ye can come en go from th Great Citadel, en av chats with the likes o th Constable. Lemme deal with this we can get me comrades,then all take a stroll ta th Citadel."

 Deverick then departed into the Casino,having become tired of converse.

Sulwyn's smile grew into a full out grin.

"No! I am a simple priest... who just simply knows a few of the right people in the right places. Our temple is most concerned with the welfare of the City of Gtryhaek and it's good folk. So we aid one of our own, the Constable, if and when we may. Tess said you were a descent sort... stubborn mind... "

Again he held up a warding hand.

"... tis the gnome's words and nay mine friend Deverick. If I may help you and the City at once, why that is a double boon for which I am happy to perform. I'll await you out here then."
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 " Like I says, I be a loyal citizen, en once o th Militia. Right proud to av served,I be. So, if the Constable wants ta waste er time,jawing with th likes o me, so be it."

 Deverick showed the ring to the Door Wardens at the entrance to the Casino,and hoped they let him inside, because he was dressed for the battlefield,not polite society.

The Wheel of Gold Gambling House was a fine building crafted with the finest stone and mayhaps by the finest dwarven masons it would seem. Dev notice their handiwork straight away. The five broad steps led to the stout double doors of dark mahogany mayhaps all the way from the Amedio Jungle far far to the south. There was a small grate, about man-height, that would slide aside so those on duty upon the other side could see who wanted in before opening the door to allow one to come in. So Dev pounded on the door, the grate slid aside. Two dark eyes peered into Dev's own.

"Hullo! State yer business then! OH! Be show'n me an orb for admittance while yer at it!"

Not far behind him Dev heard the priest call out "Need to barrow a coin friend?"

 When the door Warden demanded a coin, he frowned,but reached for his purse for a bloody Gold piece. He was in the High Quarter,home of the high and mightys, what did he expect. The golden Orb, stamped with the city seal of Greyhawk on one side,and the present Lord Mayor on the other,was handed over to the Warden.

 To the Priest. " Nay, good Priest, I pays me own way."
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The great dark doors swung inward and Dev was met by two muscular fighters which judged to be of the Master Class*. The one that spoke through the grate held up a beefy hand. The big warrior had now met his match and there were two of them. Though each wore only leather armor and both carried truncheons. Deverick was in a marbled foyer on a landing. Steps led upward to the casino proper. From his vantage point Devrick could not make out the interior.

"First things first Goodman. You must pay a single orb for the day or you may pay ten for ah year's membership. Secondly, ya got to shed that armor and weapons. There not allowed inside. Ya can keep yer bodykin there. This is a first rate establishment. There be no fighting, stealing, or cheating at the tables. If ya agree ta all that, ya can enter. We'll see to your stuff. The Lord Mayor have me hide if anything happen to it so its safe enough wi' us."

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*I let players in my campaigns judge the retaliative experience of the probable foes of the same class. So Dev could judge these two being of the Master Class

1-3 Apprentices
4-6 Journeymen
7-9(+) Master Class

 The Warrior patiently listened to the two door wardens tell him the rules of the place. When they where done, Deverick showed them the ring Ren had given him.

" I nay be here ta gamble, Lads. I be here ta deliver a message fer the Mayor."

 Deverick would unbuckle his weapons belt and hand over his blades to one of the Wardens. He would ask one of them to assist him out of the mail hauberk, or do his best if they refused.

The two guards looked at each other with big eyes. The one who had spoken first said to the second.

"Go get Master Hawkwood Gulf. I'll stay here wi' our guest and help him get out o' his mail. Run on now n' be quick about."

The second guard nodded and left as quick as a big man could. Once he was gone, the other assisted Dev with his armor. He cleared his throat.

"That be from Master Ren o' the Star right? I know that symbol well enough. He's sent messages here afore now ya see. Yet, he was just here himself this very morn. You now bring this missive... something nay rings true friend. Master Hawkwood will speak with you. If ya be truly from Ren ya can trust him. My advice... start no trouble n' there'll be no trouble. Right lad?"

In reply to The Oligarch (msg # 33):

 Deverick blinked,when he heard Ren had just been there that morning. What was Ren up to,and what game was he playing at. But then Ren's words about replacing Ologarghs came unbidden to Devs mind. His head spun with the thoughts of what might be going on,or what was going on. He suddenly wished there where some river pirates to fight,instead of all this intrigue.

 " Look, er,mate, I jus be an errand boy,nay more,nay less. jus want ta deliver this er scroll tube ta is nibs,and I be on me way. I  be not a bloody fool, ta start a ruddy brawl in th Mayor's Casino. Ye can laugh, if ye wish, but I gots more respect fer th Mayor then that."

 The large Warrior leaned against the wall and waited.
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The guard just nodded "That's ah good way to keep your head on your shoulders. Yours and mine. Master Hawkwood will be about in just a moe."

He then leaned against the opposite wall.

It was not long that the other guard returned and Master Hawkwood was in tow.

Evran Hawkwood was an middle age man, though how old it was hard for Dev to say. Mainly because of his half elf heritage some would say. He was a handsome man though very thin. He moved with a certain grace. His brown hair was pulled back in a tail and his piercing green eyes studied Dev with some scrutiny. The host was dressed in a white linen shirt, black silk breeches and vest to match that seemed quite conservative to the big warrior. A finely crafted dagger with a ruby upon the pommel on a plain leather belt. Other than this there was no other weapons. He gave Deverick a curt nod.


"Gulf said to had something for me? From Master o' Star? May I see it please?"

 Deverick took the measure of the one that approach,then asked for the meaasage. He was a half elf, or so thought the Warrior. But he did not hand over the scroll tube at once.

" Be ye Evran Hawkwook? If ye be him, then,aye, the missive be fer ye."

 Once the figure claimed to be the one told to Dev by Ren, only then, would the Warrior hand over the scroll tube.

Instead of being irritated, the half elf smiled and inclined his head.

"I like someone who sticks to the letter of his instructions. Yes! I am he, Ervan Hawkwood. I assist the Lord Mayor in running this establishment. I know Master o' Star for he frequents this place with... mixed results. Now would you do me the honor of speaking with me in private, in my office."

 When invited back to the others office for a friendly chat, Deverick slowly shook his head.

"With nay insulted ta ye,Sir, Thank ye, but nay thank ye. I was told ta deliver that there scroll ta ye fer the Mayor, by way o ye. I was told then ta leave en come back on th morrow ta get th answer. Beyond that, I know nuttin bout that goes on er. Just an errand boy,that be me. "

 Deverick made to reclaimed his armor.

 " With me purpose er done, I be wishin ye all, th good o th day. Me weapons,if ye please."
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The half elf's smile slowly faded "Very well... good day to you. Gentlemen, help him with his armor and send him on his way."

He then turned on his heels and went into the casino with the parchment.

Gulf and the other guard assisted Dev with his armor. They then handed him his weapons just the way he left them. The one who appeared to be the leader looked at Deverick with something akin to respect in his eyes.

"Well you have guts at least. Best ya be on your way then."

Sulwyn, true to his word was waiting outside the door. He nodded to Deverick and smiled.

"Well that didn't take long. You ready to see the Constable?" he said as he nodded toward the Citadel.

 Deverick quickly inspected his blades, then slowly nodded, He accepted the  assistance from one of the Wardens. When he was ready to depart, he replied to the Warden's comment about Dev not being a coward.

" When I was in th Militia, me Sergeant told me I be to thick witted ta be afraid. He may o ad a point there. Be well Lads."

Deverick walked out of the Casino, and felt a relief of getting out of that place. But that relief was fleeting,as the Priest was still there. He replied when Sulwyn asked if he was ready to Meet with the Constable.

"Be I ready ta meet one o th most powerful high en mighties in th city? Bloody hells,nay, be me answer. I be  no one of import,I don't even know ow she knows me name. But I said I be goin,so lets get me companions,and get this over with."

 Deverick had been talking as he had been walking past the Cleric. He never broke stride, and his stride was a long one. And the Warrior was in no mood to slow down so the Priest could keep up with him. His destination was where he had left Ovo and Blossom.
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Sulwyn's smile never left his handsome face.

"Very well my friend. Yet, you may be more important than you think yourself."

Yet he said little more as he must hurry to not only catch Deverick but keep his pace also. The warrior had to feel some satisfaction to hear the priest huff and puff a bit as they headed to the High Market and those gathered there...

Once dev made the outer stalls of the market proper, he had no trouble spying Ovo and Blossom. They hardly blended in with the crowd. The dwarf saw him as well and shook his head.

"I hope yer time twas better spent! We've nay seen ah half elf nor halfling come or go since ye left. Two or three patrons mayhaps but nay Ren nor one who looked like the wee assistant. I feel ill used I do!"

His hard eyes landed on Sulwyn. "Who in the nine hells be he? N' wot is he do'n here?"

Blossom crossed her arms over her ample bosom and glared at Sulwyn when the dwarf asked about the priest.

"He best be no mage! I feel maj-gick is behind dis anyhow. Voo is dis man?"

 Deverick felt better,when he spotted his two Companions. He did his best to answer his comrades questions.

" This er be Sulwyn,a Priest of Pelor. it seems he as confirmed that the Constable be wantin a chat with me. So, I told em tha I av nuttin ta fear from speaking with er,so we be goin ta the Citadel fer a chat. I completed our business in th Casino."

 Deverick looked to the Priest then to Ovo. When next he Dev spoke, it was in Ovo's native tongue. Dangmir.

" This bloke, he claims ta be a friend o Tess,en she waged her tongue to em. I dunno how much she told em, but I av ta go see the Constable. I wants ye en Blossom ta go with me to the gates,jus in case he ain't wha e claims ta be. The two of you can go on yer way, once there, if all goes well, we meet at me aunties tonight."

 Deverick returned to the Common tongue. " If ye two would, go with us as far as the Citadel gates, then we meet back where I hit that bastard earlier, this evenin."
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Ovo frowned a bit but nodded when Dev finished speaking his native tongue.

"Aye lad! Lead on then. we'll be right behind ye... wont we Blossom?"

Ovo then smiled at the priest "Well met! Deverick be like ah brother ta me. Ye be tak'n him down ta see sum Constable eh?"

Sulwyn smiled and nodded.

"Gud! Ye be in charge o' see'n 'im out again?"

The priest nodded once more and the smile remained.

"Gud! Then we'd best be off! Day-light be fad'n n' I need ta wet me dry throat. Lead on! Know that we nay forget ah face?"

Blossom scowl retreated slightly when Dev said Sulwyn was a priest and nay a mage. Though she arched a brow when Dev spoke Dwarfish. The big warrior knew the maiden had not learned the tongie of the stout folk.

"Vel-cum Sulvin! Vot the dwarf said iz true. Borcarsen be ah brother of blood. Vee are sell-swords... in gud standing. Vee vant no trouble yah? But vee naot shy ah-way from it either yah?"

She then looked to Dev with a slight pout "I vont ta go vith ya ta she this Jarl of da Vatch. Ya be better kum-pany dan dis dwarf. Vie I can not cum?"

Sulwyn shrugged "That's what the Constable wanted. I know not why. Yet, I know her to be a fair and honest person. Dev can back this up. No one cares for the city or it's folk than Derider Fanshen. Tell you what... I can't promise that she will allow you entry but I can ask. I swear by Pelor I have no ill will or ill intentions towards Deverick. In fact, the opposite is true. He seems an honest and good man to me. I will bring him out or stay with him wherever he goes. This I also swear!"

 When Blossom seemed upset that Dev had spoke Dangmar to ovo,and then seemed to think she was not welcome. the Warrior wanted to do a face palm. He leaned  leaned over to whisper into Blossom's ear.

" I spoke in Ovo's native tongue, cause I nay wanted th Priest ta understand me. He may not be wha he claims. Ovo will fill ye in on th rest,after we get ta th Citadel. Trust me,Lass. Keep alert"

 Deverick then looked to the Priest Sulwyn. " Right! Let's be about it then."

 With those words said, Deverick set off towards the Citidel,his pace much shorter this time, since Ovo was with him.

The party moved forward and northward at a pace that allowed Ovo to keep up as best he could. Dev and Sulwyn took the fore and Ovo and Blossom brought up the rear. As they left the High Market with it's many vendors and their well dressed clientele, the Great Citadel could clearly be seen looming before them. Dev, once a member of Greyhawk's mighty militia, it's marines in fact, could both marvel and respect the great fortress. He remembered even as a lad  in the Old City seeing it off in the distance. The Old City and the Citadel were indeed built around the same time and had weathered the many storms that the city itself had experienced. Though the big warrior had never seen it this close before. It's great granite walls and towers rose to the heights of the sky itself!

It was said that not only the City's Watch was housed there, that and the offices of it's officers, but also the jail cells for the hardest and most violent prisoners were held inside the walls, along with the city's mint, and the city 's armory. The group plodded onward and as they did Dev could see the city did a good job keeping the land about the Citadel free of trees and bushes, better to target your enemies  with arrows and bolts from those high walls. The grass was cut low and well manicured and the ground was only broken by one of the many ponds scattered about. His military training told him it would not take long to connect these ponds into a formidable moat in case of an attack.

Now the mercenary could see various patrols that were leaving the huge open gates. These would be traveling about the city to the various Watch Houses scattered about the city. Once there they would relieve their brothers now on duty.

Sulwyn nodded toward the the oncoming men "If they stop us that's okay. We will tell them we on our way to see the Constable and they are welcome to escort us. Better that than argue. Once we reach the gates I can get us inside the Redoubt."

 The journey to the great Citadel of Greyhawk, was not as long as Dev might of wished. He felt a growing sense of dread, as the towers and walls of Granite drew more near, Dev kept recalling the words of Ren, about those in power not being what they seemed. Had the plot fully developed, or had they stumbled upon it, in it's infancy. The Gods only knew the answers to those questions.

 As they drew near the gates, Deverick came to a halt. " Right, Blossom,Ovo, thank ye fer walking with me this far. Ye two can go yer own way now, we can catch up tanight."

It looked like Blossom would have bulked at the idea but Ovo touched her hand with a gentleness that bellied his usual gruff demeanor.

"Come! Come now lass. We could nay do fer him if we go inside that place. We kin do more for him out 'ere. Go on lad... tell... tell her. 'E'll be awright."

His hard eyes shifted toward the priest. What Dev saw there told a different story if the big warrior came to harm.

Blossom looked at Dev, the ice blue eyes seemed to hold water and her mouth was a tight thin line.

"Ya trust dis priest Borcarsen? Once inside vee kan doo little ta help ya, yah? I vould go vith ya I vood! I vill go still."

From somewhere ahead of the group a voice shouted forth "Ho! You all headed to the Citadel? You might be welcome if ya be Deverick from the Old City?"

The man who spoke was a Jr-Sergeant of the city watch by his uniform. There were five men-at-arms with similar uniforms but without his rank in tow. Some were whispering among themselves and nodding toward the big warrior.

Sulwyn was about to speak but the smiling Jr-Sergeant held up a halting hand.

"Let him speak priest if you may. 'Sides he be in no trouble least he causes it. The Constable only wishes ah word with him. Better the Citadel than the Old City of his birth I hear."
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 Deverick attempted to reasure Blossom, that his way was the best plan.

" Ovo be right,Lass. If all three of us goes inta that place,en things go bad, they av three in the Gaol. But with only me, it be one,en ye all be free out er. It be the best approach, Blossom."

 Dev girded himself,and answered the Watch Sergeant. " Aye, I be Deverick o th Old city. I ear th Constable wants ta waste er time,and talk ta me. Well, er I be. Lead me ta her,Lads."

Blossom gave Dev a curt nod!

"Okay den! Vee vill meet tanight. Don't be late."

She turned on her heels and was going south.

Ovo gave him a friendly nod and said in "Axe high I go brother! Don't be late or I begin a big tunnel."

The last was said with a wink!

The Jr-Sergeant nearly beamed "Well that was easy enough. Then let's be off. The Constable be waiting!"

Sulwyn sidled up along side Deverick "It wont be long now. You'll like Derider! Everyone does."

The way went faster as Dev made great strides and the rest did well to keep up. The walls grew higher before the big warrior it seemed and the great gates were thrown open. Those sturdy gates seemed so stout as to turn a stone giant and there appeared to be a portcullis besides. The road sloped upward on what appeared to be a great ramp and Dev could see Archers and catapults upon the walls above them. For The Citadel was built upon a great knoll and this made it seemed even taller because it was. The stone was so dark... dark gray, almost black and the gate seemed more like a giant maw of a great beast than a welcoming and secure place. The gate was guarded by two elite patrols who waved them through.

Once through the great gate, who's weight of the great stones seemed to feel like the big warrior was not above but below ground. Once through, another great stone building was standing right before them. It was a great many storied block house. The Jr-Sergeant nodded in it's direction.

"That's The Redoubt! The Constable's office is within. Come she's waiting."

They marched toward one of the two sets of double doors. The one on the left in fact. Once inside the Redoubt itself, Dev was lead through the labyrinthine halls of the Citadel and up several flight of stairs. Dev was getting turned around already, as groups of Watchmen were moving all about and not a few nodded to their guide the Jr-Sergeant. Finally, they came to an iron-bounded door at the top of another flight of stairs. Upon the landing two guards came to attention. Once the Jr-Sergeant and priest explained who they were and who Dev was, they opened the doors into an entry chamber with two chairs and a great desk, behind which was an older officer... a Sergeant-at-Arms by his insignia.

"State yer business. The Constable has ah busy schedule. What's yer name lad n' are ya expected?"

 The short journey to the interior of the redoubt was filled with tension. Well, that is how Deverick felt about the matter. He had a feeling this had to do with the Evil Cleric he had turned over to the guards. Maybe he should have slain the half-orc, but that went against Dev's grain. When one surrendered to you, that prisoner was your responsibility until you where relieved of that prisoner. He silently cursed the Drill Master, that had taught him that years ago. Bloody rules, they got in the way of things, sometimes.

 The Petite-Sergeant had a talent for under statement, when he pointed out the Redoubt. Dev wanted to say something like" No bloody jesting" to the man,but he thought better of it. If the builders of this place wanted to intimidate, they succeeded, and then some. They trooped on into the thing,and where swallowed whole. In the course of time, Deverick,and his new found "friends" arrived at the officer of the Constable of the city of Greyhawk. Deverick would rather be in an Orc Den, right about then. The Sergeant demanded to know his name and business.

" Ye seem ta be th only one that don't know me name round here. I be Deverick, Son o Borcar o Old City. Her nibs wants ta talk ta me, or so I been told more then once."
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The Sergeant's brow furrowed and his two busy brows came together like caterpillars at war! The older man's countenance became the picture of displeasure.

"Is that so? Mayhaps ya better have ah seat while I let... how did ya put it? Oh! Aye! Her nibs right lad? Well set yer arse down in one o' those seats while I let Her Nibs know ya be here. Just ah word o' caution ta ya lad... her nibs be one o' the nicest and bravest heroes o' this city. She would nay be offended by wot ya called her but if ya say that title in her presence well then me n' ye will have more than polite conversation. Take me meaning Deverick, Son of Borcar?"

The older man stood up slowly still exhibiting the muscle of a warrior but obviously he had been wounded in some conflict. He was missing the hand of his left arm and he walked with the stiff-legged gait of a man who might have lost his leg.

He turned slowly and approached the door separating The Constable's office and entry chamber. Sulwyn leaned in.

"Might can tell but the members of the Watch are nigh fanatical in their devotion to Derider Fanshen."

 The Warrior listened to the Door Warden for the Constable,and was tempted to make the offer of taking the man up on his challenge. But on second thought, he decided to hold his peace and just wait.

Sulwyn made mention of the fierce loyalty of th Watch to Dev. He slowly nodded.

"Aye, I can see that,Sulwyn. I be surprised that they didn't take me weapons. Mayhaps, I nay in trouble after all."

A sudden smile came to the big man's face, as he sat down in the chair the recently departed Sergeant had vacated. " He said take a seat." Grin.
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The old Sergeant came out and began "The honorable Constable of Greyhawk, Derider Fanshen, will see ya... "

His eyes went wide and then narrowed "GIT yer wide arse off me chair ya lout!"

He then raised his good fist and shook it.

"I have half ah mind ta... "

Whatever else he was about to say was cut off by a firm but high and melodious voice from the other room.

"Now, now Olaf! He's our guest. Please show him in."

"Show 'im in me hairy arse!" he said under his breath. Then a bit louder and with much less venom.

"Of course M'lord Constable! It be me pleasure aye!" he said with a forced smile.
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 When the Sergeant returned to announce Deverk,and his reaction to Dev having commandered his chair was priceless. Deverick smiled ever so sweetly to the Sergeant." Ye should learn ta control that temper,Sarge. Looks bad in fron o the Officers." Wide Grin.

 When the Woman that he assumed was the Constable, asked he be shown in, Deverick assumed an immediate military bearing. If he had to go see one of the top military commanders of Greyhawk, he might as well make it a good showing.

 Deverick did not wait for the Sergeant, but marched right past him into the office of the Constable. He would march up to where she was located,and come to a position of attention worthy of any parade ground. He would snap off a salute to the Constable.

 "Corporal Deverick, late o the Militia River Patrol, reporting ta th Constable as requested."

To the Behind Closed Doors thread!

It did not take long for the trio to make it through Shack Town. Before them stood ywo gates leading into Greyhawk proper. One, the closer, was the Cargo Gate. much busier which lead into the River Quarter and the buy street called the Strip. Uet Dev had chosen the smaller and less trafficked Marsh Gate. though it was a round about way some would say the former blacksmith was wise in his choice.

Because there was less traffic of course they could be seen but they could also observe others all the better. in fact, Dev saw a knot of Rhennee were following at a discreet distance. when the trio made the gate proper, Derider's writ saw them through without incident. Not so the Rhennee! The Sergeant-in-Arms stopped them one and all. Whether they were friends sent Dmitri or foes sent by his rivals it mattered not now.

Once throught the gate traffic became even more sparse. Dev saw a beggar shouting for alms. It did not escape the big warrior that the old man with a blinded eye peered at him hard before he began his shouts once more. There was no shady man from the shadows at the gate. However, a warrior type complete in dark cloak and mail came out of a side alley and took up behind them about a hundred paces behind.

"Borcarsen! Dat may be vun o' dose men da gnome spoke of. Vee should stop him n' find out vhat he vants." the maiden said, placing a hand on her broadsword.

Pvo shook his head "Nay! If we harm 'im that will only give that Negely ah excuse ta pick us up."

 The trio made it through the gate and into the High Quarter proper. But it seemed thier travel did not go unremarked. It seemed to Deverick, he and his friends where more popular then a whore giving away free samples. When it seemed that they had acquired an escort of one in a dark cloak,Dev's companions had different opinions about how to handle the situation.

 " Ye both be right, we av ta find out who they bloody well be, but we nay can do it in the ruddy open. Lets find a nice out o' the way place ta meet and talk to our friend that be following us."

 Deverick looked for a nice dark out of the way alley or cul de sac to ambush the man in the dark cloak... Just for a chat,mind you.

Though the idea was a noble one, the High Quarter was much more open than any of the other quarters. Most likely this was by design. The buildings were larger and better made with grand lawns and landscapes between them. There was hardly a place to hide or duck behind. The area was also heavily patrolled and the though the trio were not stopped each Watch patrol eyes them with scrutiny.

Not far in the distance was the church of Pelor and far to the north the Citadel could be clearly be seen. Even the Wheel Of Gold was visible from the man road. There was a small grove of trees not far from the Citadel itself that may suffice. That is if the fellow was dumb enough to follow them in there.

Ovo said "The law be older than yer blade Deverick. I advise caution. We need ta deliver those missives n' the sooner the better. If we should attack this fellow n' be kilt or arrested fer fight'n then our mission will fail. Yer writ will nay protect us when we be disturb'n the peace."

  Deverick looked to the Dwarf,and seemed about to give him an argument, but then sighed.

 " Bugger it all. Ye av th right o' it, Ovo. I hate this walking round in th dark. We av people following us, for the gods only knows what purpose. I wants ta come ta grips with an enemy I can see and touch with me blade. C'mon then, lets get ta the Casino and get it done."

 It was obvious that the large man was not happy at all, But the Dwarf's common sense won Dev over, at least this time.
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It was not hard to find the Wheel of Gold as it was not far from the High Market. In fact, their tail dropped off into that bustling market place. As Deverick approached the door again the eye slat opened. Yet, this time the guard upon the other side did not even challenge the big warrior but flung open the door and ushered Deverick and his companions inside.

Once inside, Deverick, Ovo, and Blossom were directed to a side room comfortably arranged for guests to rest between gambling or just a less crowded area to talk and have a drink.

"Wait here if ya please? I shall fetch Master Hawkhand for ya. He said if ya showed back up I was ta get him immediately."

Ovo raised his brows "Well lad we've moved up in the world aye?"

Blossom looked about wide-eyed at the luxury of the place. All the gilded gold, silk, and gem stones. She plopped down on an overstuffed chair with a sigh.

"I feel like ah queen in dis place." she giggled.

Deverick was sure of one thing. They were trusted more than most as they were allowed their armor and arms where others were not.
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 When Deverick and his companions where allowed into the Casino with thier weapons, he was surprised by that, not that he would argue with them. When they where showed into a  fancy waiting room, Deverick gawked at the luxury of the place.

" I spose they trust us now,cause who we be working for. Aye, we are coming up in th world."

 Deverick almost told Blossom she would look like a queen eve in a pig pen,but the words did not come. He still felt bad about the fact, he mid of hurt her feelings.

It was not long before Master Evran Hawkwood entered the room without any of his hulking guards. The middle aged half elf eyed the dwarf and maiden with some suspicion but then nodded toward Deverick.

"It is good you have survived the night. I assume you have brought another letter for me then? Yes! I have one for your employer as well. The Lord Mayor also sends his gratitude. When I told him about you being here... well he decided to call an emergency meeting of the Oligarchs. Which he did. Thanks to your intervention we captured the other Ren. He is too knowledgeable to be a simple actor or even a bespelled mage. If there was some way to tell for certain but mayhaps there is some such in this letter. Do you have anything else to offer the Mayor and the city of Greyhawk?"

 Deverick took out Ren's letter and offered it to the Half-Elf. "This be fer the Lord Mayer from his nibs. His nibs be thinking this may be the work of a Doppelganger creature. He says they can take th shape of others."

When Deverick was asked if he had anything else to offer Greyhawk,Deverick bristled.

"Aye, I offered four years o' me life fer th city. I now offer me heart,me mind,and o' most import".... The Great Sword was suddenly drawn from his back scabbard to be rested point down on the ground. " I offer me sword ta Greyhawk. I be a loyal en proud citizen o' this er city.Be that enough....Sir?"

Master Hawkhand raised a brow at the mention of the monster's name.  He then pursed his lips before thinking. Upon hearing Deverick's pledge to the city, the casino manager merely nodded.

"That is a worthy piece of information which i shall passs along to the Lord Mayor at once. As for you swearing allegiance to the city, I shall pass that along as well. I will give you a bit of information that effects you personally. The Constable of the City itself spoke highly of you during the meeting. So much so that the pleding of his Lordship's nephew fell upon deaf ears. More so, The lord Mayor has ordered Negely to cease his investigation of you and your comrades."

Ervan paused for several heartbeats before continuing.

"The mayor may have a job of his own for you, once the current matter is settled once and for all. Have a drink on the house while I retrieve my letter." he said with a nod and then turned on his heels and left the room.

 Deverick was very tempted to bring up the fact that the Half-Orc Priestess conveniently perished in the custody of Negely, but he decided not to tempt  that path of fate,at least not today. Being the Deputy Constable and blood kin of the Lord-Mayor AND the Guild Master of the Thieves, would make Negely someone to be reckoned with. Dev had no desire to tangle with someone with so much power. Deverick hoped that it was just the Deputy Constable doing his duty,and not part of whatever intrigue was going on with the Council, that had him looking so hard for the Warrior.

 The mention of a potential job made Dev's ears perk up.

" I am sure me and me mates be always willing ta talk over any potential work,Master Hawkhand."

When the Half-Elf had departed the room, Dev spoke to his friends.

" I was tempted ta tell him bout Negely letting that Half-Orc Priestess gack off in his care. And wha about that hooded bugger at th gate yesterday, that tried ta av em take me inta custody. Odd,damn odd, if ye asks me,mates. But I nay said anything cause it just be me opinion, and the man be blood kin o' th Lord-Major. Just hope this be th end of it."

Ovo winked at Deverick "Ye got some such in that bald dome o' yers lad. That's fer certes. Aye! I agree. Negely can nay be trusted but he be from the same blood o' the mayor. It nay be likely 'is laird-ship will take our side o'er his least ways. If we can tie his arse up wi' the priestess or others o' this cloak n' dagger mess then he'd 'ave ta listen."

The dwarf chuckled at the idea of the offered job "How do ye like that! E'eryone from the king o' beggars ta the Laird Mayor 'imself wonts ta hire us. We be dam gud methinks."

The servants brought ale and wine upon ladden trays and others brought bread, cheese, and dried fruit. One even had sweat-meats which caught the maiden's eye.

"I could gut use ta dis Borcarsen. Even in my father's longhouse we nay ate like this. Vee ate gud but nay like this. I say vee tell da constable about da cloak man. Mayhaps some vun from da watch vould know him. Vat ahbout Tal? He knows much I' dinking"

 Deverick ws listening, but at the moment, he was helping himself to a plate and the goodies that had been layed out for them.  And tankard of ale was just the think to wash down the victuals.

"Aye, we needs ta stop at the temple o' Pelor,after we leave here,mates. I av ta drop somthing off fer the Constable anyways.We can tell er bout the black cloaks. Tal might know what be what,so we can scout him out, now th Watch nay be looking fer us.

His mouth was now full,so the talk ceased and the chewing commenced.
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Ervan Hawkhand returned with a sealed parchment in hand. he nodded in satisfaction as he saw the three companions enjoying themselves. The manager cleared his throat.

"Please continue to enjoy yourself for as long as you like. Here is the letter for your employer. I have sent a bird to the Lord Mayor telling him of our discussion here. If I may... where may I reach you all or at least leave word. The lord mayor or even other Oligarchs may wish to talk with you as well. Think upon it and let me know. I shall return in a few moments. Until then eat and drink as much as you like. For you have earned it."

He laid the sealed parchment upon a table nearest Deverick. He then went back into the casino proper...

 Deverick took the sealed parchment and placed it into his large belt pouch. He took a long pull from the tankard of ale, before he spoke.

" What say ye,mates? Do we relocate ta that Inn we be told about by Ren? The one that he has a contact with that man named Ricard. The Green Dragon Inn, I think it be called. Mayhap we can make that our home base fer th time being. What say ye?"

"If it nay be too far from the Mercenary's Guildhall. I'd like ta drop by and see wot ole Gelburn may be knowing. Mayhaps he's heard some news thru sellswords com'n in n' outta town." Ovo said while drinking his ale.

"Don't forget ahbout Tal. He's bright n' knows ahlot ahbout da city. This Richard may know sum also. But vee are just vast'n time here. Vee need ta move on. Don't forget ahbout da man follow'n." the maiden said rising from the comfortable chair.

 Deverick agreed,but they had to wait until the return of the half-elf. The Sullen Selkie would be their lair for the time being.

Deverick sat down and drank another ale for the road, he was about to take another drink, but then a thought hit him. He sat down the tankard and reached into the top of his right boot and removed the paper that the Rhennee lord had given him,to be handed over to the Watch. While Deverick was no scholar,he knew his letters,and attempted to read what was written on that paper.

When Deverick reads the message written by Dmitri it states:

To Whom It May Concern

It has come to my attention that certain Rhennee have been involved in activities which may have dire consequences for the good people of Greyhawk. One Rhennee in particular has recently come to our fair city and has brought nothing but evil with him. His name is Boyko Petris. He has bringing weapons and secreting them through verious gates but mainly the marsh gate. these weapons are many and are not meant for sale but for arming a goodly amount of bravos i think. I also have heard he has smuggled into the city at least four individuals which are rumored to be agents of the Evil Horned Society. Please know that most Rhennee stand for the city. Boyko can usually be found at the River Rat Tavern in the River Quarter. He is usually surrounded by his men so take care.

D

 Deverick's lips formed the words as he read what was on the note. When he had finished, he lowered the paper and swore. " Bloody Hells." He rolled the note and shoved it back into his boot. Now Dev had another thing to worry about, like he had none already. Was there truth on that paper,or was it a pack of lies? He had agreed to deliver this thing to the Watch in exchange for something that had been his mothers. Deverick cursed himself for a thrice damned fool. He never thought fast on his feet. Oh, sure, in a fight or setting up a quick ambush, he was fine,but quick witted was not his thing. If given time to mull something over, he could be clever, but not on the spot things.

"Right, when we leave er, I needs ta head fer th Temple o' Pelor,I needs ta drop off a couple o' things fer the Constable. ye can go with me, or head fer the Merc Guild ta see whats what. Do me a favor en pick up me gear. It jus be a back pack, but it be heavy. We can meet up  at th Green Dragon in a few hours. What say ye?"
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Ovo arched a brow in Dev's direction "Ye sure that's wise lad? Split'n up I mean. We're be'n followed. Mayhaps we lost him mayhaps not. I know ye can take care o' yerself in all. Yet, if ye think it may make things easier I can do that fer ya."


The dwarf drained his ale.

"One thing fer sure... we sure be eat'n n' drink'n well while on this job!"
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Blossom nodded toward Deverick "I"ll stay vith Borcarsen. It might bee gud vee split. If only vun man follows den he must decide vich vun he vill follow yah? Besides... I think da focus is Borcarsen. So I stay vith him."

 Deverick nodded. "Very well, thank ye ovo,for getting me gear. I av ta make a stop at th temple o' Tritherion as well. Been to bloody long since I payed me respect ta me God. Lets get outta er,en find that Half-Elf."

 He headed for the door to go out into the Casino.