We arrived in Conyberry, a proverbial ghost-town. On the north outskirts of town, at the edge of the Neverwinter Wood, Tegan must perform a simple errand for a witless priestess of Tymora.
His task is to sweet-talk a banshee, offer her a gift, and ask her a question about a spellbook; evidently, an insurmountable challenge for a vapid Tymoran zealot is nothing but a casual parley for our silver-tongued bard. I can’t help but think Jorad would have found a way to turn this into a fight… oh well.
We’ve now set off a day’s journey to the south, headed to Old Owl Well, at the simpering request of a nosey Phandalinian half-elf named Darin Edermath.
Blessed Beshaba, may we reap the fruit of your deviltry, now and forever, klaatu barada nikto amen.