The noblewoman stepped forward, in-front of her protectors, and curtsied. The lady was clearly a member of the elite in the city, extravagance and quality poured from every item and accessory, her etiquette was well practiced and her body-guards appeared to be highly professional. And expensive.
The rag-tag band naturally returned a formal bow, some with an accompanied ‘M’lady.’ All except our little gnomish friend, clearly not awestruck. He merely coughed up an indirect ‘Hello.’
‘Do not be alarmed, my company are just here to protect you and I. Please, there is no danger here.’ A degree of the tension was cut between the groups and smiles and handshakes were shared.
‘Let me explain my summons and I shall gladly answer any questions, or quell any fears you may have regarding this task.’ She nodded. ‘The pay is non-negotiable at forty gold pieces a head, also; you may keep any treasure you find, provided you return the item I am seeking.’ She paused. ‘Do you know what a ‘key stone’ is?’
The ‘small milita’ turned to one another quizzically. They turned back to the maiden and shrugged in chorus.
‘Ahem,’ the princess began, ‘the key stones are a series of precious stones imbued with powerful enchantment magic. Interestingly, they are tied to a particular location, in our case - within the walls of the city of Waterdeep.’
She continued, ‘This underground system that we’re currently occupying, had recently came into my attention and collection. My excavation team and I had been exploring the depths in a curiousity for knowledge and good business.’ she smirked. ‘Progress had been going well, until something happened. News of the discovery of the key stone came at a grave price.
Only one escaped.’