Three years have carried Devia into prosperity. When Dagg enters Elbee’s celebrated tavern, travelers, merchants, and townsfolk rise in a cheer that rolls beneath the rafters.
Elbee
There he is! The magistrate who made this city worth visiting, and the reason my kitchen cannot keep pace with supper.
Music swells from the small stage, while Elbee’s cooks carry fragrant platters past crowded tables. Near the hearth, the mayor lifts his cup toward Dagg with unmistakable gratitude.
The Mayor
You gave people records they could trust, work they could count on, and a reason to stay. Devia’s prosperity bears your name, whether you seek the praise or not.
The toast is still passing from hand to hand when a road-weary middle-aged woman, broad-shouldered with weathered olive skin, a narrow lined face, and a russet wool dress beneath her cloak, enters, cloak gray with dust, dark hair braided tightly, and a red-scaled dragon worked into her travel badge.
The Road-Weary Traveler
My name is Marra Keel. Beyond Devia, Red Dragon cultists are marking merchants’ doors and asking which families will stand with them.
Laughter fades around the room. Elbee lowers his serving tray, and the mayor sets down his cup as every nearby table turns toward the traveler’s warning.
✓ Quest Accepted
Learn where the Red Dragon cult is organizing
✓ Quest Accepted
Protect Devia’s families from the Red Dragon cult