A baker is at her wit’s end—her son is missing and the yords won’t help because neither she nor her husband are Drenn (or even tauther). She can’t offer a reward, but won’t you help?
The underworld Iscin, Daclish Leclur has vanished and everyone wants to find him. The only clues are traces of crugar hair, a pile of cankle for recos, and a blount named Towan.
In Miedrinth the PCs look for work in the south gate black market, among several groups of Muadra, and in the jungles. When an old woffen offers to buy them a drink, however....