The Oak's Unwanted Visitor...

Word spreads that a masked man in red briefly showed up at the Oak, asking it's lone Drow customer information relating to the Underdark. Not finding what he wanted, he left just as quickly as he came - with, oddly enough, not a single finger raised against him.

He was also rumored to have been Drow himself.

Hatchet sips her whiskey and scribbles in her journal quietly, when she suddenly hears two Elves discussing the news inside the Oak itself. The chocolate skinned dervish shakes her head in despair.

"As if Necromancers, Malarites and their advocating friends prancing in the Oak weren't enough. This land has turned delirious. I wonder what folk of other lands in Faerûn make of the hillariously unhonorable conduct of our citizens."

She writes down in small letters, right beside her latest journal entry.

"Maybe it's time to refrain from this tavern, once and for all."

Hearing the rumor upon his latest watch at the Oak, Ratava would frown, and send a reminder to all Blood Ravens to be watchful while on duty, reiterating that neither masked individuals nor Drow, with the exceptions provided by Seadin, were allowed within the Royal Oak.