Three weeks after the magistrate’s office falls quiet, the gate district buzzes under a hard north wind. Gravathiir colors ripple above a lined caravan, and onlookers part as Sareth spots Tragold in the crowd and lifts a hand.
Sareth
Tragold. Come here, quickly. Our guests have come for you.
A tall envoy steps down from the lead wagon, fur cloak dark with road dust. Their escort keeps close, but they do not look away from the kobold as they approach.
The Envoy
You are the one who stood against the magistrate. I am Neris of Gravathiir, sent with thanks, and with better manners than your city has shown my people.
Tragold
Gravathiir has sent a formal envoy.
Neris inclines their head, then extends a wrapped token stamped in blue wax. Sareth watches the crowd, jaw tight, while a city clerk lingers too near the arch, pale and nervous.
The Clerk
This gathering is irregular. I will need names, cargo, and purpose for the record.
The Envoy
You will need patience first. We have come in peace, and I will not be hurried by a frightened quill-pusher.
✓ Quest Accepted
Hear what Neris of Gravathiir wants from Tragold
✓ Quest Accepted
Secure a favorable agreement for the kobold tribe