In search of an immortal
Blackstaff tower....one of the most imposing and famous buildings in all of waterdeep.
The party woke early, having a hot meal, and mid morning, a page came to the inn, telling Nym (As he thought him the most likely the leader from their looks) that the master of Blackstaff tower would see them.
The journey to the tower on foot was not too far, and finding the tower was easy as it was the most obvious buildings. Standing on the threshold, the doors opened silently into a chamber hall, a elderly gnome waiting for you.
"Welcome. My master bid you wait in this office while he concludes his business, he said he would be with you shortly." The gnome gestured to his right, a room that was neat with a huge desk, a high backed chair on the other side, and several soft chairs and couches on this side. On the walls, a bookshelf full of books adorned the walls, and paintings of various beasts.
It wasn't long before a man entered the room. Standing just over 6 feet tall, the man was toned to the point of being lean. his dark eyes were mirrored by his light skin, and his full beard was black with silver streak, matching his hair. His robe was black with silver trim and he held a jet black staff as he walked.
He sat at the desk, his face a mixture of weariness, annoyance and curiosity. He looked at the group with a serious look. "Straight to it....why has a dwarf merchant asked i see a rag tag group like yourself, and what's this about the lost keep of Anthel?"