Chapter 5: Come Storm . . .
Mallory felt a mite out of the loop on matters of lost lovers and new companions accompanying along the road, but she figured it would sort itself to sense sooner or later. For the time being she set to what she could manage, which was still handing out more items. Khulekani's boots were produced for the grateful Squire to try on; good, sturdy boots already in a similar design to the ones she wore to begin with, but lined with a dense layer of ashy-grey Ice Troll fur. The exterior leather shimmered with barely visible arcane symbols etched into the leather when the light hit them just so and, same as Mallory and Rhydd's own boots, the interior arch of the each heel was branded with the Bonheur family crest as a maker's mark.
"Nonsense, Squire; you've saved my life twice already. Frankly, I feel I still owe you much more than mere boots, no matter how cozy the enchantment." Mallory gently refused any effort to pay back the worth of the boots gifted. Nor was she about to reveal that they'd cost several hundred gold worth of materials to produce. Selling her works for a fair price was one thing, but it was gratitude that drove Mallory's efforts when it came to keeping her companies warm in spite of Auril's efforts.
As the matter of Easthaven, killers, and Dzaan the Red Wizard came up from Tympani's prompting, the young noble cast a thin glance Khulekani's way. "We're familiar with Dzaan, but he's not the matter of concern at the moment." Goodness, she hoped he wasn't. Despite multiple reports of Dzaan having been executed and herself having very much seen to the destruction of his Simulacrum, she couldn't help but worry that a mage of that level of power would have a contingency in place. As the classic knowledge went: 'If you easily killed the Wizard, no you didn't'.
Mallory sighed and sat herself down at the bar beside Tympani. From her outstretched hands radiated a gentle wave of arcane energy as she conjured a small illusion amid her palms; the form of two men stood side-by-side with each other. One a hunched and hard looking bald fellow, and the other a slightly taller, sharper man with black-and-grey hair and intense, crystalline blue eyes that seeped ethereal mist from their edges. She held the illusions out for both Tympani and Stormheart to see as she drew a deep breath to brace her feelings on the whole affair. "A tenday ago, in Targos, Farwalker and I interrupted a blood sacrifice being made to the Frostmaiden - the hanging of a man named Herve, who's name had been drawn in a lottery. Later that night, Herve and his daughter Maia - a young child - were found murdered in their home. Butchered and frozen solid in the moment of their death by some form of ice magic." Mallory was an expressive woman in general but it was obvious how much effort she put into holding herself at a monotone in the explanation. Her eyes were hollow with the recollection of that awful discovery and, even as she briefly shut them, she could still see it behind her eyelids as clear as ever. "This man here, with the strange blue eyes, is Sephek Kaltro. He is a serial killer who's been plaguing Ten-Towns for some time now, and the one responsible for this mayhem. This other bald fellow is a magical disguise he's used to mask his identity. It's safe to assume he has others, but this is at least one I know of for certain."
As the illusions faded from Mallory's palms, she once more raised a hand to rub her thumb across the black button sewn to her collar in a seemingly reflexive gesture. "The Town Speaker of Targos has asked that we search for this killer and deliver any information we can learn as to his whereabouts. Thus far, we've been unable to find trace of him here in Bryn Shander, nor Caer-Dineval or Caer-Konig. Wherever he fled to, it wasn't north as far as we can tell." she continued at length. A glance was cast Moyrah's way - since she and her allies had just been to Lonelywood without any concrete results either; it was difficult to tell if the killings that happened there were Kaltro's doing or some other cause. "As for my hunch - we know he specifically targeted those who's names were on the list to be sacrificed to the Frostmaiden. Before Targos, he was responsible for a large number of similar murders in Easthaven as well. The only towns slated to perform these sacrifices of their citizens are Targos, Lonelywood, and Easthaven." Mallory gestured to Moyrah briefly. "As Moyrah has mentioned, there was no clear sign of this monster in Lonelywood and he presumably wouldn't dare return to Targos so soon. Further, Targos is likely to halt sacrificing their people and presumably sacrifice food instead, if their fishing industry has recovered its volume in the past tenday from our contributions. It has been nearly a month since he was last in Easthaven, however, and the locals may yet be preparing for another sacrifice since burning Dzaan at the stake.
I believe Sephek Kaltro will be making his way back to Easthaven in pursuit of more victims. I already have other very pressing business to attend to in Easthaven, so it's a matter of birds and stones."
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