Having successfully infiltrated and observed the political situation in the Gotban Principalities, we decided to head on back to Lenknat. Our next course of action was to get the younger brother onto the throne. Hopefully, with our subtle, nearly imperceptible manipulation of the Gotban goat barons, this would result in the peaceful merger of the two countries, which will have no further international consequences. However, we had one more thing to do before we left. Taka had managed to get himself arrested during our short stay, and we had managed to break him out, but his possessions were still locked away.
While Taka and Murthrug schemed together on how to sneak back in and retrieve his things, I donned my title of sausage king and approached the guard house prepared to bribe my way in. It took disappointingly little effort to convince the guard to “forget” his keys in exchange for a fraction of what we would have had to spend to free Taka in the first place. In the evidence locker, I found Taka’s equipment, and some paperwork that looked lie deeds of some kind. I took all of them on impulse. It turned out that they were forged documents for the raising and selling of goats. Perhaps they will come in handy later.
With that behind us, we went to Lenknat and got in contact with the organization there. We found two people to talk to, one was an assassin, and one was a former military captain. We opted to talk to the captain, as we were not sure if we wanted someone dead just yet. We approached the captain and told him about our goals. He thought about it for a moment, and replied “the moths are very fruitful this winter”. He then tried to fill an upside down glass, and we noticed that he was wearing a shirt for pants. Clearly, something was not right here. We tried to communicate with him, using both gibberish and normal sentences, but nothing worked. Using our combined magical talent, we confirmed that there was something wrong with him. We descended upon him and poked and prodded him with a variety of spells, before coming to the conclusion that he was borked. Finally, we gave up and asked one of the other members of the organization milling about, who confirmed that he was in fact borked. In an experiment done by a local wizard, intended to turn the man into a super-soldier, he had instead been turned into a bumbling idiot. We decided to try and fix him in case he knows something that could help us, so we asked a man with a gnarly scar about any wizards crazy enough to try. He said he knew a guy, and gave us an address.
Upon arrival, we found an arrangement of glasses filled with varying amounts of water. Opening the door caused a gust of wind to resonate the glasses, causing a strange harmony. Not just sound, but magical energy emanated from the glasses, and an arcane mark held itself in the air before dissipating. We found more musical magical experiments further inside, before running into the arcane maestro himself. We explained our request, and he said he could attempt a cure. The one thing he needed was a helmet made of crystal, which he himself could acquire. While we waited for his half-elf manservant to gather the materials, I learned a thing or two about magic from him.Now, we just have to wait.