Whisper and Kallathan entered through the door Hopestealer indicated they should go.
When you emerged out the other side, you stepped into a ramshackle apartment overlooking a narrow street below. The sound of church bells reverberated throughout the area. Below you could see a pimp slapping one of his whores around, and she was roaring in defiant indignation. Black cloaks littered the streets, several on each major intersection.
Kallathan: “Looks like we’re about two city blocks shy of the Lor temple. I don’t like the feel of any of this, those damned priests are a cunning lot, they’re not the ilk to let two brazen fools like us just come in and take what we want. We need a good plan”
Welcome, beloved. It has been some time. I was starting to think you’d forgotten all about me. purred Septul’s voice in your mind. Your friend speaks wisely, these priests are using me as bait to entice you…at behest of the queen. But there is more. This is a test, if you follow it, you will fulfill the prophecy of your house, of your ancient lineage. If you fail, you will be denied the fruits of that fate. You shouldn’t have come, I was rather looking forward to the eternal ecstasy of my destruction. Somehow, I sense you will deprive me of such sweetness. I was never much of a gambler, master.
Kallathan: I have an ingenious plan, but its going to require a bit of thievery. There’s a currency exchange near the corner of whore and sword. I know the fat fuck who operates that place. We need to rob it, tonight.”