Malena eagerly accepts the wine Mercia offers her. “Thanks love,” she says, eyeing the barwench’s curves before taking a long drink.
“Well, as you asked,” she begins, “My troupe performed around Redroof.” She pulls a sour face. “Even with living in Kintargo this long those streets still felt oppressive, I’d take the open plains any day. In case you’ve never had the pleasure, the Devil’s Nursery is a slum filled with tieflings. Most live and die there.
“The rumours you heard were correct, there have been several murders, starting the night after the Night of Ashes and every few nights following. So far four unfortunates have lost their lives. It’s driving the tieflings into a panic: they’re looking for help but don’t trust the authorities. Hells, they probably wouldn’t come anyway.
“The locals are on edge and most wouldn’t speak to us about the crimes, but we managed to find out the locations of the murders. The tieflings cremated the bodies out of fear they will rise as vengeful undead.” Malena makes a warding sign.
“I know you didn’t ask for one, but I did a harrowing. The results were unclear, though they might mean something to you. Three actions, three locations, and three actors: innocence lost, hunting, dark magic; a grave, a palace, a tavern; the Fey, the Dark Prince, a Raven.”
“Some think these murders are acts of terrorism performed by agents of Asmodeus, perhaps to stir up the slums. What for, you might ask?” She shrugs. “Justify cleaning out the area? I don’t know. But the tieflings may be grateful to whoever stops these murders.
“One last thing. I made friends with a young tiefling woman named Zea, she was helpful, I can tell you where to locate her if you like.”