The Lower Ward of Sigil teemed and bustled as usual. Enough, at least, that a group of five Githzerai could go unnoticed amid such a crowd. They ducked into a well known tavern of the district dubbed The Styx Oarsman and promptly took a booth along the wall and ordered a round. A short time after their drinks had arrived, a slender drow male approached the table and addressed them.
"It is rare that five Gith would gather in a place such as this." said the drow in the Deep Speech.
"It is not so rare that our services are requested, however." one replied.
The drow placed a piece of parchment upon their table along with a black leather pouch. The Githzerai who had spoken reached for the parchment, another slid the pouch closer and opened it. Both items were passed around among the five Gith until each one had inspected them.
"Half now, half when you complete your task." said the drow once more.
All the Gith nodded approvingly and the drow took his leave. It was rare that Githyanki successfully escaped the Lich Queen Vlaakith, even rarer that she hired out Githzerai to bring them back. A bag full of Astral Diamonds, however, can buy a lot of rarity.
"Let us begin our research," mumbled one of the Gith, "and find this Joarth."
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*I sense I've been marked by my former queen. I can't say I'm surprised, but her resilience is futile.*
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