The Bronze Man told the adventurers where to find the guard post on the temple grounds by following the main path and taking a left to the sparing area for the knights and paladins. "If they ask, tell them I sent you."

"Consider it done!" Irzen led the others out of the temple, "Gang, we have a mystery to solve and a traitor to interrogate. Let's see what we can learn."

Alyson watched as her friends left the Temple of Bahamut go in search of the relic. At least she wouldn't being doing any 'Scooby Doo' sleuthing for awhile. She turned back to her uncle and the cleric but said nothing at first. The two of them were conversing about their days of adventuring and how much things have and have not changed.

Then Madeous turned to his niece, "Something the matter?"

"Lazheros, you said I was made to FORGET, right?"

The cleric nodded, "Yes. Why?"

"Soon after freeing the people of Stormhaven from the tyranny of two powerful demons from the Hells with some help, I had a dream." The Elementalist began slowly telling them of her as a child playing around a beautiful gold dragon, rather the dragon letting slide down her long tail like a slide over and over again.

Both Madeous and Lazheros looked at each other silently. The gold dragon in the dream was, Celestra. The one whom Venger banished to another world. Madeous was at a loss for words and had no response to give.

Lazheros however, leaned forward, "No child. That was a memory. A powerful one. Tell me, are you able to shape shift at all?"

"Yes. In the form of a gold dragon with blue eyes. As well as speaking draconic and high draconic." Alyson shrugged, "I mean the elements are what I really specialize in but yes, I've been able to shape shift into a dragon. Usually, when I Astral Project but actually being able to fly on my own...that was cool."

The cleric was stunned. At first trying to reply he was at a loss of words himself. "Is there anything else, Alyson you would like to share?" Sensing she was capable of much more having mastery of the elements and being able to shape shift.

"Like summoning elementals and allowing a few of them to evolve and have their own personality?" She replied excitedly, "I've created four so far. Three draconic and one golem."

"Four?" Lazheros and Madeous said in unison.

"Mermidon, Dragolem, Quake, and Coppertone the golem." Alyson remained on the stone chair waiting quietly for a reply which did not happen immediately.

"I see," Her uncle remarked, "Quite the artist. So, where are these draconic beings of yours?"

"Let's see," Alyson put a finger to her lips, "Quake was the first born. You know the ceramic clay dragon I made back in college. I brought her with me to the Realm. She's as a big as an African elephant in dragon form. Earth-fire type. Currently nursing off a hang over down at the Neverending Story Tavern. When she attempted her first polymorph spell, one of our other companions still covered wild magic caused her to almost become human-ish. Can't miss Quake, female humanoid with long elf ears and well the tail is as long as she is tall. Mermidon, represents all that is good and just, is usually aiding the good people of Storm Haven, visiting his friend, Trokar Whitebeard, a duergar inside Mount Chasme, or somewhere in the Seven Heavens. Dragolem the Black, goes where ever he likes and does the deeds his twin simply won't do. Yin and Yang. Light and Dark. Last but not least, Coppertone is a golem born from my power in a manner of speaking. There was a terrible force comprised of many villains who sacked Storm Haven, and threatened Deeping Dale, and Storm Haven's ally in Mount Chasme. Needless to say, I literally had an-out-of-body experience where some of my magic rubbed off and gave life to a golem. Who now aids the duergar smiths."

Lazheros asked calmly, "This terrible force, what was it? The true enemy."

"A Chaos Lord," Alyson shook her head, "And no, not 'you-know-who.' Another claiming to be just as powerful but in the end, was felled by a friend of ours who has an odd habit of appearing and disappearing for great lengths of time."

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The Thief walked right up to the door to The Galley and addressed both men waiting outside, "Greetings, we are strangers looking for some friends."

The pair of individuals checked Neven over nodding to each other. One of them motioned to the door and opened it. "We'll be watching you lot."

Sergeant Talos gave the two a look of 'don't even think about it' as the party entered the pub. They walked into a bar with a bunch of various races sitting and drinking. Some took notice of the party while the rest didn't even bothered to pay attention.

Sergeant Talos leaned towards Neven, "Are you for real? It's obvious you're rusty at your trade."

"And you are not very nice," Neven replied evenly, "If you don't like how I'm practicing my 'trade', then why don't YOU start talking to people yourself and see how far YOU would get."

"I have asked questions. Not my area of expertise, kid." Sergeant Talos stated abruptly, "I'm just doing my job. So do yours, that is if you're still capable of knowing how to do it."

"I intend to," Neven replied curtly.

The Thief kindly stepped aside and motioned for Talos to take the lead.

Serna did her best to suppress a giggle at Seargent Talos' predicament.

The sergeant seemed to notice everything especially with the shield maiden's attempt to stifle a smirk. "Watch it, girlie."

"Or what?" Serna giggled, "You're going to send me to bed without milk and cookies?"

Willow just shook his head while Irzen gave Talos a wry grin.

"If I wanted to be a nice person, I would of picked a different job. Being an official isn't always about being nice, kid. It's about making sure everyone gets justice, and justice doesn't take sides. So, do what you do best what your ilk does." Sergeant Talos crossed his arms once more implying Neven to take the lead.

"As you wish," Neven smiled as he took the lead once more, "But remember this: Though lawful good isn't always lawful nice--it should be!"

Sergeant Talos gave the thief a cold stare.

The pub had all sorts of shady and not so shady characters for Neven to check out. Some even glanced in his direction watching him as well. To the far right side of the pub sat four to six teenagers ranging from twelve to sixteen. All of them playing a game of dice and chatting among themselves.

"Everyone, wait here," Neven moved towards the group of teenagers. When they caught sight of him, the Thief said not a word as he approached. However, he did begin to use Thieves Cant and motioned with his hands, "Room for one more?"

"You a betting type, are you?" The one in the far corner asked.

"Betting type and the talking type," Neven spoke up with a grin.

The older teen motioned for Neven to sit. He was of slender build in a brown leather tunic and pants. He appeared to the most knowledgeable of the group. His dark skin gave way to some drow lineage. The eyes though were a soft purple. "So, newbie. They your friends over there? We don't want trouble. We don't cause trouble. Trouble gets people either doing time in the mines or dead."

"Yes, they are my friends," Neven took his seat, "And we both have something in common: You don't want trouble and neither do we. What we want is information. My friends and I are new in town and we would like the lay of the land. For example, is there a guild here? If there is, then who is the guildmaster? I don't want to practice my trade here without seeing the guildmaster first."