"Aye, so do I. I'll be here then."

Will she, though? She needs a strong reason to be out for the next few days, but being away until dinner is nothing unusual. Trying to talk to the handlers while they're at work will be a far worse idea than trying it while they're eating, and she does actually want to get a reason to leave from them. If she gets taken by the guard between now and then, it's because they had a wizard do something wizardy, and in that case being down in the sewers wouldn't help her. ...Alright, sure, she can wait for this evening. She tells Mika that's when the handlers will be by to eat, and there's no point in him waiting with her until then, before again setting out on message-delivery services. She doesn't want to sell her Color Sprays to that student who needed them in the vision, she might need her spells today.

Time passes while Tencednil does her message-delivery and other activities. Eventually, afternoon becomes evening, and the sun settles on the horizon.

That means she's at least not urgently being hunted for. Maybe she's not being hunted at all, but she would like to not rely on that until Fireday, when the king (hopefully) isn't dead.

Back to the Copper Toad. She can suppress her urge to gag.

The Copper Toad is mostly empty, again. The dinner rush has passed. Sure enough, there are some unpleasant smelling men sitting around a table, talking and eating.

She walks over to them. She can wait for an opportune moment to chime in, she's patient.

One of them stops eating. "Hello... do you need something?"

Young girl, worried for her father, hoping for reassurance but with a bone-deep certainty things never work out that well. Frightened of the otyughs, frightened of the people who talk to them, but all that secondary to not getting this wrong.

"...hello. Are you the ones who speak to the otyughs?"

"Yes. It's not often people like you come looking for us."

"Did... anything change recently? Are they complaining about the taste?" Hesitant, dreading the answer, she just needs to hear it anyway.

"What's changed is the undead—"

"We don't know if it's actually undead."

Another man puts down his drink and sighs.

"There's been problems recently. Something's leaking into the sewage, we think from the lower Vaults, but it's hard to tell. And some of the Shingles crew swore they saw some horrible rotting thing crawling in one of the big chutes. The otyugh are rather unhappy with the situation, but they've no idea what the problem is either."

"...damn. Poison is harder than disease." She closes her eyes for a moment, apparently on the verge of breaking down, before taking a deep breath— gagging momentarily and catching herself— and opening her eyes again.

"Thank you. If there's not a new disease going around, a Remove won't help, one way or... the other. Hope you figure it out."

"Good luck to you too, girl. Sorry about the smell." The men chuckle and go back to their food.

And she also heads out! She passes the news along to Mika. "I might have been wrong when I said sickness, it could be something else leaking into the sewers and up here. Horrible rotting things aside, if the otyughs get angry and their food supply down there is too contaminated they'll go looking for something to eat, and not be picky about what deals it may have made with them." Is that actually true? Maybe, maybe not, but she knows these ones would end up coming out, so it seems like a reasonable guess.

"I don't want to fight an otyugh, but someone needs to take a look down there before anyone who goes needs to fight them. No money in it at all, of course. If you know anyone who cares about the area and can make their way down there, I'd appreciate an introduction."

"I hate to say it, but I think your best bet might be the Guard, if you can convince them there's a real problem. 'No money it in' is a hard constraint for who'll work with you around here. I'm not moving for another couple days, so swing by again tomorrow and we'll see if I've thought of someone."

"Not such a surprise. Probably shouldn't truly be spending my own time on it either. Tomorrow, then. Take care."

She'd prefer a good reason to be unfound, but she's not charging off into the sewers to look for otyughs on her own, in full knowledge of what their tentacles can do to her skull. Back home to sleep for the day, and if the guards come looking for her they will find her.

KORVOSAN CARRIER
WEALDAY, SARENITH 3rd, 4708

BREAK IN AT THE BANK OF ABADAR, TWO MISSING

Last night, the secure vaults at the Bank of Abadar were breached by an unknown party. The Abadarans are confused, both at how they managed it and why—as far as their inventory can tell, nothing of significant value was actually stolen. Two bankers, both empowered clerics, did not show up at the Bank this morning. Their families haven't seen them since yesterday. A bounty has been placed on verifiably true information pertaining to these incidents.

The newspapers on this day were different in Tencednil's vision.

The Bank is closed for emergency inspections. Most transactions may be handled at branch locations throughout the city.

Yes she would have noticed if the vault had been breached. That means it was because of her, which means someone is trying to hunt her down. She should have told the bankers to copy and destroy her paperwork, and the letter before sending it on. Obviously human security wouldn't stand up to someone trying to kill the king, and this has all the signs of it not just being Glarataxus's good fortune which had him positioned to kill Eodred.

She's destroyed any trace of the tools she used to write what she gave them, of course, but even if that is somehow perfect she's the obvious place to look. This was only ever going to work if nobody pressed too hard. On the other hand, whoever or whatever is looking for her has made an enemy of the Church of Abadar. She might be able to use that.

If she wants to use that, she needs to be at the bank. She walks over as soon as she sees the news—

—it's closed. Great. Perfect. Where do the papers say the bounty should be submitted? She could swear under truthtelling to having information the Church would find relevant to their investigations, and if she doesn't actually want to share it there's no need to mention that right now. 

The information can be submitted at any branch location with truthtellings available. At this time in the morning, that's usually all of them.

Good. ...actually, wait, she has money now. She's not used to being rich. She walks up to the teller at the emptiest branch she can find.

"Hello. What is your business here today?"

"What is the current price on an hour meeting with a cleric of at least fifth circle, Teleport capable, working on the investigation into the break-in? I can swear under Truthtelling I have information I believe relevant to the investigation, if that changes the number."

"The current going rate for a one hour meeting with a fifth circle banker is one hundred gold sails per hour. If your information is verifiably true and relevant to the investigation, you will be paid as normal."