The room Fetrian got for you is modest, yet quite comfortable. It’s on the top floor of an Inn called “Anchorman’s rest” in the Harbor District. Milo decides to return to the camp and try to wrap his head around the state of the war with the Arkali. Reilly decides to stay with you to help with the investigation and sends word with Milo that Myran is to assume temporary command of what forces you have.
You sleep well wake up in the morning with a few hours to kill before your meeting with the Mayor. Reilly has removed her armor and put on a button-down white shirt and a simple vest over a small chain-shirt which is hidden when she finishes doing the buttons. She carries a short-sword and concealing a double-barrel pistol rather than her usual weapons. “I’d rather go light for this one. I’ve found investigations easier when I’m not wearing a massive suit of armor. I’d recommend concealing your firearms. They’re still illegal in Kaptal if you’re not in the military.”
A bell tolls noon and the shops begin to close. Reilly says: “We should probably go meet this Mayor now.”
The Mayor’s office is located a 10-minute walk from the Inn you were put up at. It’s in a two-story stone building on the second floor, according to Fetrian’s directions. Fetrian himself is waiting for you at the door.
“Thank you for coming.” He says “I’m afraid you’ll have to leave your weapons in the atrium. Simply a precaution to reduce the potential routes of attack.”
(if players refuse)
“Listen” Fetrian says “I understand your reluctance. There is simply no way to know for sure that you are who you appear to be. Just the other week we had a doppleganger pose as one of the Mayor’s bodyguards. A mere two days ago, my own dagger flew out of it’s sheath and wounded her. Turns out someone had put a hex on it. If you will not leave your weapons here, there will be no meeting and you’ll have to find another steam-ship.”
(if players consent)
“I appreciate your cooperation and I understand your reluctance. There is simply no way to know for sure that you are who you appear to be. Just the other week we had a doppleganger pose as one of the Mayor’s bodyguards. A mere two days ago, my own dagger flew out of it’s sheath and wounded her. Turns out someone had put a hex on it. Thank you again for understanding”
(dc 17 diplomacy)
“I suppose we truly are so desperate. Fine, keep your weapons. But you will be under guard the entire time by men with shoot to kill orders. There is simply no way to know for sure that you are who you appear to be. Just the other week we had a doppleganger pose as one of the Mayor’s bodyguards. A mere two days ago, my own dagger flew out of it’s sheath and wounded her. Turns out someone had put a hex on it. Watch yourselves”
Fetrian leads you inside and down a spiral staircase. At the bottom is a reinforced steel door with a lock unlike any you’ve seen. Fetrian places his thumb on a steel pin and draws blood. The door opens and inside is what looks like a reception desk and a door on the other side of the room.
Fetrian is sitting at the reception desk and says “Good day, Madame Mayor.” You turn to see the person posing as Fetrian turn shape to appear as a woman with greying brown hair in a tight bun. She wears a loose white tunic and a pair of grey breeches with working shoes. “I apologize for the deception” she says “Mayor Cecily McTeague, pleased to make your acquaintance.”
“Please, call me Cecily, and let’s talk in my office. Would you like some tea?”
Cecily picks up a kettle which begins boiling as soon as it is poured into the teacups. She places the tray on a coffee table, gestures to a pair of quarter-circle sofas and says Please, sit down. Pelor’s mercy, it took me months to convince Fetrian to let me do this myself. If I can’t run a city and still make my own tea, then what good am I? Now, why don’t I start from the beginning. If I miss anything important feel free to ask."
“Okay, without going through my life’s story: I grew up in the slums. Like most children there, my parents had debt. In the same way wealthy children inherit wealth, poor children in Kaptal inherit debt. My mother raised me by herself and when she died, her debt became mine at age 15. I got lucky around age 17 when I discovered a talent for magic. I used it to gain considerable wealth and eventually I won the election for Mayor. I used what power I had as mayor to improve life for those in the slums. We just recently finished construction on an underground sewer system so people wouldn’t have to walk in their own shit. But that meant I had to divert funds from a new horse-racing track and cut the budget for debt collection. Most of the people that angered simply tried to buy me off. More than a few filed official complaints with the Kaptalis board of Merchant-Lords. I suspect only one of them is trying to kill me. With me so far?”
“So far, there have been four attempts on my life. The first was a sniper using a Faskian flintlock. He managed to get away without being identified, but we have his weapon. He shot at me while I was in my office from a rooftop across the street. If my chair had been more comfortable, I wouldn’t have been shifting my weight and I’d be talking to you out of a new hole in my head. Since then, this has been my office and I’ve been travelling with a deflecting shield.”
“The second was a Doppleganger posing as one of my bodyguards. Pulled a pistol on me point blank. Since the shield blocked projectiles, I survived the initial shot and Fetrian managed to tackle him before he could draw his knife, which turned out to be poisoned. He was killed in the ensuing fight, but again, we got his weapons. After that, my guards were all subjected to tests before each escort.”
“The third attempt was about as subtle as a troll in a chess-hall. Actually, it was exactly that subtle. I was meeting a contact in a chess hall about a possible lead on the person behind these attacks and a troll burst through the front bay-window. It killed five of my bodyguards before Fetrian got off a lucky shot and severed it’s spine at the neck. Some of those guards were my friends, so of course they had to make it personal. Since then, I’ve been travelling posing as Fetrian and the Chess-hall has been closed down for the investigation.”
“The final attempt we’re still trying to piece together. This was only two days ago. Fetrian came into my office to update me on the state of the Arkali assault and to inform me that refugees were on their way from various places the Arkali attacked. His knife flew straight out of it’s sheath and took out my left Brachial artery. If I hadn’t dove out of the way, it would have hit my heart. The knife was also poisoned with black lotus extract, but my luck saved me again. I had taken a potion for Nausea earlier in the day and one of the side effects of the potion is counter-acting black lotus. Fetrian was able to pin the knife against the wall and help stop the bleeding. I got it healed, but my arm’s still stiff due to the after-effects of the poison. The knife is locked in an adamantine case. Last I checked it was still trying to escape.”
“I’m happy to answer any questions you may have about the attacks and naturally, you can examine anything related for yourself. I only ask that you bring Fetrian along. He’s worried sick and helping with the investigation will calm his nerves. He can also get you access to most of the city.”
Cecily stacks the tray and cleans everything with a wave of her hand. She opens the door and says “Fetrian will see you out. I’ll stay here and arrange for your ship to be ready once this crisis is over. If you like, I can also have an old friend make a flag for you. Come see me with a design when you have some information to share. I appreciate this. You’ll have a friend in Gildenport as long as I’m breathing.”
Fetrian asks where you would like to start your investigation.
(if asked, Reilly will recommend checking the Sniper’s perch)