Role

Chapter 4

As his travel increased so did his watchful eye catch more and more secrets.
He coveted secrets and treasured the ones he would gather.

On the way to collect another reward, he walked through the alleys of Hamsah
toward the square. As he turned left off of North Khalid road, he spotted an
old, frail beggar, his hand extended for alms. Their eyes met for a moment.
There was a glint in in the man's eye, Ween was sure of it and he gave the
man a knowing nod. The man reached down and rearranged the already-straightened
blanket at his feet. This was a sign. This was confirmation. Ween was not alone.

Every week or so he would have some similar encounter. A crow perched just too
long. A series of puddles among wagon tracks at all too perfect a separation.
Wayward pebbles that should not be where they are. He took to leaving his own
calling cards. What would look like a bear's scratch on the bark of a tree or
a young sapling felled at an odd angle.

This was no coincidence and, given the increasing number of sightings, there
surely at least a handful of others like him. He wished to learn more of them,
but where to look?

All paths seemed to lead one place. A hub of activity with visitors from far and
wide. The Inn of the Eternal Star. It couldn't be. Not there. And yet

It was the perfect disguise. Hiding in plain sight. A simple public house, but
a place that housed so much knowledge, so many secrets. What better way to hide
than to be transparent?