Nicolai turned to the guard, with his sword firmly in it’s bindings, and said, “Ah, we’ve been expecting you. We seem to have stumbled upon a nest of the Veiled society, and although we tried to reason with them, their leaders would not come quietly. We have collected their papers together, and are now on our way to deliver them to Tribune Alexandros. I think he would be very interested in what they have to say.”
Lining up the last of the recumbrant figures in the chamber Maruc looked up. “We are commrades of Miklos, who I believe summoned you.” Maruc paused awaiting the rest of the guard. No this was it, three. More to himself, he mumbled, “Its nice to see the guard taking the situation seriously.” Louder, he continued, “As you can see we have had to subdue some twenty members of the Veiled Society. We are of no threat, some of these individuals are not slain but are in a deep magical slumber. Your assistance in securing them would be helpful. If you would rather see to this yourselves, I’d understand.”
“The papers we speak of are important. For our peace of mind we would see them deliviered to the Tribune. Also we need explain to him our continued involvement, against our will I hasten to add, in the recient events.”
The guardsmen looked relieved. Though they had seen many awful things patrolling the city, this was carnage on a larger scale than that which they were accustomed.
“Please, remain here while we notify our superiors.” One of the men was promptly dispatched to fetch Tribune Alexandros or another of his rank.
The Elf opened her eyes from where she sat, a bit startled both by how tired she was and by the suddenness of the guard’s appearance. She unfolded herself from the floor and, caressing it gently, wrapped the armour, neatly set by her side, in the cloak before the guardsmen saw it. Perhaps she shouldn’t return it just yet. Yes, best to put it straight in the hands of the Tribune, or even return it to the Elfguard herself.
Miklos, lost in the details of the journal in the inner chamber continued to read. A journal entry confirmed that Lucia was killed upon the orders of Zweis Radu, who sought to frame the Torenescu and raise turmoil throughout the city. The killing was botched when Akarios was stabbed by the girl. Seriously wounded, he fled the scene along with the other killer, Skevlos. Zweis had to send other men back through the tunnels to fix the mess. When they were captured, that’s when all hell started to break loose. At every turn, their plans were foiled, and tensions ran high. This resulted in a power struggle within the Radu family.
Then something of more importance occurs to Maruc. “Do any of you have healing supplies or means of assisting me to take a fallen friend to my church swiftly? I have staunched his wounds but I’m such he would appreciate haste in this respect.”
“I’m sorry, but we do not have any clerics with us. If he has need of immediate aid, the Church of Traladara is not that far.”
Alas, there seemed to be little they could do for their fallen dwarven comrade for the moment. Thankfully, he seemed to be in a stable condition, though he was unconscious.
After a short time, additional guardsmen appeared, and they began to search about the hideout. A little while later, Tribune Alexandros showed up.
Maruc explained on behalf of the group their involvement in the ambush and the assassination attempt. Without Miklos’s magic arts, Feldard’s steadfast axe, Saeth’s subtle wits and Nicolai’s inside knowledge they would surely by enslaved by now. Also the part played by the Traladanian Church and the free service of Maruc’s own Halavist Church in the exposing of the Veiled Society.
When the tribune saw the secret records, he rejoiced. There was enough information there to bring virtually all of those involved with the Veiled Society to justice. With the Radu leadership wiped out, Specularum would be rid of one of its most notorious criminal elements.
Investigating the rest of the complex, they found the rightful owner of the elven chain that had been found in Radu’s hidden office. A member of the Elvenguard was shackled inside a cell. They quickly freed the thankful elf, and continued their exploration of the complex.
A passage forked and led to some stairs. Up the stairs was a robing chamber, which held numerous robes, hoods and masks of the veiled. A curtain hung covering an exit to a tavern, the name of which was familiar. It was the Salty Sea Dog, the very spot where the group had been heading to seek out the redheaded killer of Lucia Vorloi when they were set upon by the veiled crossbowmen.