To Sleep, Perchance to Dream...

It was the day before the holiday known as High Harvest in the grand city of Suzail and the weather was perfect. A sunny afternoon caressed by the occasional cool breeze that hinted at a winter to come, it was a fine day for a stroll. An elderly man had just such a notion in mind as he made his way through the merchant's district to partake in a bit of window shopping, until a well dressed Elven gentleman addressed him from a side ally in passing.

"Excuse me good sir," the elf beckoned with an accent, "might I interest you in a fine Sembian Brandy?"

The elderly man, being no fledgling to quality spirits, paused to inquire further. "I may just be interested in such a thing should the price be reasonable."

The elf smiled a wolfish smile and gingerly waved him towards the ally, possibly suggesting that his goods may be less than approved of by the Cormyrian Customs Office. The old man looked both ways, seeing that no one was taking notice, and followed the Brandy merchant into the ally.

The scene in the ally was not that of a merchant and a customer. Three elves, including the one from the street, stood before the man with weapons drawn. Each was clothed in fine Sembian regalia and seemed like they were not, in fact, selling any sort of Brandy. There was the elf from the street wielding a dagger, a drow with a spiked chain, and an eladrin with an exquisite longsword. The one with the dagger spoke first.

"It's our understanding that you have a son. Would he go by the name Braylon?"

The old man paused, unsure of what to do, then turned to flee back into the street. Without having taken a step, the drow with the spiked chain had pulled him off his feet and drug him deeper into the ally. "I suppose that is a yes." hissed the dark elf.

"Make it quick." replied the eladrin as he handed his longsword to the drow.

There were no more words spoken, just the sound of steel hitting stone after it had separated the elderly man's head from his shoulders. They tucked his head and body back behind some old crates and made their way back into the street to the notice of no one.

Perhaps now, thought the eladrin, these adventurers would take the Dreambreath Royal more seriously.