The Drama Queen approaches the loud dwarf with a hand firmly planted on her hip.
"Dwarf," she commands an authorative voice, grabbing his attention away from the unfortunate fiddler trying to play his song,
"I hear you have some trouble I can get into?" Tragg bellows a chest-heaving laugh, one which The Drama Queen patiently waits through. "Why, I have all sorts of trouble for ya." He winks at her as he gulps down more ale.
"I would prefer the type of trouble that is both profitable and enjoyable." Laughing again, he motions for her to draw her ear close to his humid breath. "I was thinkin' of holdin' this off for a'bit, but since you're here-- let's make a deal. You seem like a capable adventurer, and I have a secret entrance into the keep. I hear they have a big ol' mound of treasure in there! There's also a buncha prisoners in the keep, I'm sure they can help you once you get inside. Whatever ya do, give me half!" He laughs again, and The Drama Queen beams; this is her chance!
They meet again at nightfall behind the stonemason's shop, where Tragg shows her a secret passageway that leads into the keep. The dwarf decides to 'keep guard' halfway down the tunnel and falls asleep as The Drama Queen sneaks about the large halls of the stronghold. Tragg had given her a map of the various times he's visited and scouted around, and the description of a particularly vengeful prisoner who would trade his services for freedom. The Drama Queen decides to:
Find the treasury.
Find Tragg's contact in the dungeon.
Other events:
Remnants of a lost cult are found in the moathouse.
Various accusations arise about the dubious nature of Joman Dart, the shopkeeper of The Old Trading Post.
Anti-elf sentiments are circulating the rumor mill.
