A few hours ago, a bulky drow wearing the colours of Ussen d'Vhid visited and conversed for a few minutes with Celade Zau'tar.

Moments ago, the male returned with whom could be presumed as his mistress, he lead a long chain that bound a group of a dozen humans, all looking beaten, a mild few unconscious and being dragged by the chain, those with the strength to walk, did so quietly, or they seemed to be whispering prayers. All covered in some degree of mud, soaking wet. He drags and tugs them to Celade Zau'tar once more, and would bind them to an instructed place, then depart. After handing over a hefty bag of gold of course.

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MAURICE "THE JUGGERNAUT" GRAFF