The Styx Oarsman is not traditionally welcoming to humans. But Jarkman recognizes this Leaguer by now, and he only makes one crack about how she owes him a new pack of cigars before letting her pass.
The faint candlelight isn't much help to someone of her pedigree, but no one comes to this tavern to admire the view.
The barman greets her with the usual grunt, and everyone returns to their conversations. Humans may be uncommon around here, but business is business.
He eyes her nervously.
"That kind of power could be dangerous in the wrong hands. Many warlocks and demon lords would vanish their enemies to Carceri or Ooze without a second thought."
He fiddles with the symbol around his neck.
"Alright. Thank you for your help," he says, bowing.
"Til then."
And she's off. Let's see now... She had a few leads in mind to maybe chase up after she met Anika. Who were they again?
There are plenty of people who are supposed to have answers.
Kylie, a tout who makes herself easy to find.
Lissandra, who keeps track of shifting portals.
Rule-of-Three, who will answer three questions.
Rule-of-Three is not exactly hard to find. If she asks, others will point her to a tavern in the Lower Ward.
The cambion is flapping his wings frantically, trying to escape the reach of an angry human fighter.
"-ungrateful little fiends like you! Don't threaten my family again!"
"I answer questions, I answer questions honestly," the little fiend shrieks as it flies to the ceiling, where it continues to flap.
Well. Much as she'd love to let this little drama play itself out, she does kind of have a deadline here. Good thing she's go surprise on her side. Time to take a nap, fighter.
Luckily, his friends carry him away instead of fighting her.
The cambion eyes her curiously, but doesn't touch down.
"Of course." She reaches into her pouch and pulls out a ruby, a sapphire, and a pearl, all of exceptional quality.
"As much as he has opposition. Have a good day!"
And he's flying back to the bar.
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