Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150719233658/@comment-29559990-20150724161509

"I... I see." Siddgeir said, trying to formulate a response. "That's... That changes things."

Siddgeir called forth his steward, Nenya, and told her to inform Hafnir to get every available guardsmen on duty or off duty and get them patrolling the streets and locking down every inch of the city. Nenya hurried off to inform Hafnir. Siddgeir plopped down in his throne, overwhelmed.

"Thank you for this information, but there is still much work to be done." Siddgeir said. "In fact, I have a small task for you. I want you 5 to go and seek out Frosic Renhary at the Dead Man's Drink inn. He's a refugee from the Rift. Fancies himself an investigator. We didn't think much of his ramblings, but... now they may be worth something."