Bogtown. Silvanus Embassy.
May 20th 1066
The sneaking gang access the lower floor of the complex, spreading out to search for cultists. The door to the expected smaller of the next room is opened. There are no traps, no alarms and Gunter & Golgarth walk in warily.
The room is quite small, ten feet wide and twenty long. Dusty and musty shelves line both side walls. A dimmed lantern dangles from the ceiling, at the far end a hunched figure in laboratory cloak stands leaning over a work desk.
Several dirty glass tanks are scattered about the room, in one small rodents play in a wheel or nibble cheese portions. The next has a large mantis, stationery on twigs camouflaging themselves to lurk for other creepy crawlies that scuttle about. A third has strange goldfish, tarnished dull with flaky scales. As you peer into the fourth, your presence is detected and the acolyte looks up.
He might otherwise be very concerned to be disturbed at his studies but the two intruders have donned the black cloaks and bird-mask disguises and so he does not immediately react negatively.
He greets you in Elven, not giving a traditional Silvanic greeting though, one of bestowing peace and longevity towards another but quoting an old proverb regarding plagues and the coming Judgement.
With both characters having larger human physique, he switched then to Common tongue.
"Brothers. May I help you?"
Scuttling in his desk, a cat sized bug unlike any you have seen before. He tickles it with a finger under his chin before feeding it a juicy centipede from his pocket.
