Whoo! My Lower City plans have come together nicely. There was also some fuzziness left in the initial plans, but after writing the Outer City part and updating the knock-on effects rolling into the Lower City has made the transitions between the Outer City to Upper City much smoother.

Please note! From now on I'll be updating ONCE EVERY TWO WEEKS. Thus, the next chapter update will be on the 19th of June 2026.

This will not only give me the time I need to both write and refine the chapters the 'usual' way, but also allow me to bring in some of the 'practise elements'. These tend to take a little more time to get right. Especially when trying to differentiate between Nyx, Astarion and Tav's character voices - I sometimes just autopilot from Nyx to Tav making their sections sound a little too similar for my liking, and I want to have more leeway to polish this properly. Not to mention having to write a lot of new content that's not present in the game and giving that the attention it deserves too.

I have a whole truck load of ideas I want to try for the Lower City chapters (outside of pure writing craft) and I'm excited to try these out as well.

Let's get stuck in with the second part of Act 3!

LINK: Eastway, Lower City, Interactive Map, World Anvil.

Tav and Wyll stood side-by-side surveying the dark room in silence.

This is where it happened.

No trace of the murder remained, but the Elfsong Tavern had already experienced reputational damage because of it. Most of the upper floors were unoccupied, both the second floor meeting rooms, the third floor accommodations and the fourth floor rooftop balcony. Ethon had refused access to the room when Tav asked, but after 'offering' to rent out the third floor at a discount - he was more concerned about recouping his latest losses than keeping them out.

A shiver ran down Tav's spine when the beautiful quiet singing of a woman drifted through the open door. The Elfsong's namesake, an elven ghost, whose song plucked at Tav's heartstrings more than it should given its mournful overtones.

Wyll sighed and uncrossed his arms. "No use lingering here." He gave her a curt nod and marched down the corridor.

Her gaze fell to the desk, cleared out by the Fists' investigators; its drawers echoed hollow through the room after peering inside. She wondered whether the assassin executed Duke Stelmane without warning like Dagna, or whether it wore the face of someone she knew - her death one of betrayal at the hands of a trusted confidant or friend.

The spell broke with the ghost song's departure, and Tav made sure to lock the room before heading off.

---

The third floor common room wasn't as spacious as the meeting rooms below or the tavern, but it provided the necessary privacy. Tav ran her finger over the rough thread securing the papers of the thick dossier. Before the knot in her stomach could stop her, she undid the twine, opened the folder and studied the first document in the pile.

It was a plain piece of paper containing a summary written in neat hand writing with no other official stamps. The tone was formal, dry and to-the-point. Tav sighed, relinquishing the comfort of her bardic rhymes and colour to draw on Counselor Florrick's training. Reading the impartial notes made it easier.

Private Investigatory Notes: Dagna Nickles

Summary:

- Pattern of Black Hand overreach observed in recent seizures of commercial goods, often deemed as ducal property.

- Escalation of legal actions against Ironhand gnomes beyond their previously instated exile.

- Underworld consolidation by Keene Ninefingers triggered by the unusual coordination between rival criminal elements.

- No conclusive linkage established between the above. Convergence noted.

- Individual reactionary events. Collectively concerning.

Tav set the dossier aside, retrieved her own reports. She cracked her well-worn journal open. Its penmanship and lyricism in stark contrast to the dossier. While the candle melted away, she was vaguely aware of her companions comings and goings. Gale's familiar outline approached the table and he set a cup of tea in an open spot between the strewn papers. He made himself comfortable in a chair and set to completing the puzzle section of the Baldur's Mouth, handing her the rest of the broadsheets. Grateful for the pause between the monotonous reading, she leafed through the articles. But it did not hold the reprieve which her heart dearly sought, instead the pages were either filled with pandering to Archduke Gortash and his Steel Watch, or circular petty squabbles. Shifting in her seat, she cast the papers into the fireplace and the flames greedily consumed the prattle.

Gale spared her a glance. "That bad?"

Watching the broadsheet disappear in the flames, she said, "Worse. It has become an exclusive mouthpiece for propaganda. It makes me sick reading it."

He shook his head and gestured with the remaining section. "Selling out like that is an atrocity indeed. Also explains why the last puzzle collection is so thin - extra propaganda space I surmise."

Tav averted her frown from the fire and took up her quill once more. Her mood soured, she expanded on Dagna's notes, working through everything she had gathered against the Chosen, searching for plausible links and lines of inquiry. She penned them with new fervor.

Active homicide inquiry of Duke Stelmane potentially connected to a politically advantageous cover-up.

 - Evidence

   - Bhaal assassin hit list

     - Duke Stelmane & Dagna Nickles listed and deceased (Targets likely direct threats to Black Hand. Require connecting evidence.)

     - (Black Hand turning on its allies or snuffing out potential threats/uncooperative elements?)

   - Candulhallow's poem

     - Indication of Bhaal temple beneath Baldur's Gate (Requires corroboration.)

Tav filed the collected evidence under the appropriate sections, and she admired Dagna's thoroughness and organization.

No wonder Counsellor Florrick had encouraged Aedric to make contact.

She'll be sure to honour Dagna and her efforts with the same due diligence. Once completed, she'll be strum these stories into songs; remembrance pieces as warning and hope for others instead of a dusty catalogue filed away in an unused archive. A whistle drew her from the reports.

Wyll had returned looking less perturbed than he departed, eyeing the stacks. "That's a lot of paperwork. May I help?"

Smiling, Tav handed him her notes on Ketheric and started to explain how the report should be written up.

He chuckled and said, "I've helped Father with a fair amount of these. I know my way around."

Closing her gaping mouth, Tav simply nodded and left him to it. Shadowheart joined and Wyll split his assignment with hers, taking her through the report write up procedure instead. True to form, Wyll's instructions left no ambiguity.

The scratching of quills on parchment was interrupted by Gale grumbling under his breath. He was filling in his current challenge with more vigour than usual. Shadowheart and Wyll handed over their contributions to Tav. She briefly inspected it; the new information clearly noted and filed. Her friends companionship brought more life to the task and with a bright 'thank you', she added it to the dossier.

- Lorroakan implicated in illegal trade of magical animals and their experimentation.

   - Evidence:

     - Lorroakan letter of correspondence with General Ketheric Thorm and his advisor Balthazar:

       - Partnership no longer viable, both collaborators deceased. (Partnership could have been inherited by the Black Hand co-conspirators. Investigation required.)

A treacle of returning companions saw Nyx take up a seat at the table too, casting an expectant gaze at Tav. Tav smirked and gathered another bundle of papers for review.

--- --- ---

Nyx rose and confiscated one of the unclaimed pillows from the lounge area. All of Tav's companions were back in the apartment before the sun had set. The snap of the fireplace drew her eyes to Scratch, Bean and Tara doing an amusing passive-aggressive territorial dance for the best spot in front of the fire. Halsin was seated on the large couch to her left, whittling a new piece of wood. Astarion was engrossed in a book to her immediate right, whereas Lae'zel and Karlach were sitting on separate chairs, maintaining their gear. Nyx returned to the table, where Tav was whistling the tune along with the ghost's soft singing.

She familiarized herself with her assigned stack of witness statements. Several merchant caravans had been ambushed during their approach to Blackgate and their goods pilfered. Dagna's notes indicated that they appeared random at first, but deeper investigation revealed that the stolen goods had resurfaced on the black market. Their asking price now at a premium, due to the deficit in the city proper. Nyx could almost hear Dagna voice recounting the events though her writing.

Illicit trade bears the modus operandi of the Zhentarim. (No links to caravan robberies.)

   Evidence:

     - Zhentarim agent apprehended during raid on abandoned warehouse. (Confession and warehouse logs obtained)

Nyx read the unrelated statements, none of which bared the 'modus operandi' of the Zhents. The ambushes were brutal and violent, often leaving victims injured. The Zhents were generally seen as stealthier players who didn't draw attention to themselves. Working through all the reports Nyx could appreciate the picture they attempted to weave, the ribbons where there. The necessary colours required to paint the image, but the connecting threads between were missing.

Her thoughts churned, a reminder was niggling at the back of her mind. She rubbed her eyes trying to pull on the thread. One of the refugees back at Rivington -

Gale huffed next to her and threw the puzzle section onto the table, Nyx had to pin down her papers, preventing her meticulously constructed layout of similarities from being broken.

He rose with a huff, scowling at the incomplete crossword and pointed. "Atrocious doesn't even begin to describe this. Should have not bothered." He seized his cup and stomped to the communal kitchen.

After sharing an amused glace with the others around the table, Nyx picked up the offending puzzle; curious about its contents. She understood the general idea and rules, but the appeal, not so much. The penned answers were correct by her assessment, yet the puzzle seemed broken somehow. She returned to her own broken puzzle when a memory surfaced.

Yes, the little boy. His mother was washing their clothes at the river while he threw rocks into the water, shouting, "Boom! Boom!"

When Nyx asked what game he was playing; the mother provided that when the fight broke out between the Rivington Rats and the Stone Lord it started as a series of explosions. The mother shrugged, "Smokepowder bombs says Martha."

There's a thread to pull on.

Nyx asked Tav for the report on the Infernal Iron operation and she paged through Dagna's notes. Her thoughts gathering up the crumbs.

The use of smokepowder bombs at Rivington. Zhents and even more smokepowder. Infernal Iron smuggling. Excessive violence during the caravan robberies with Zhents fencing the goods after. Is the Stonelord muscle for hire? More destabilization? Wouldn't put it past Gortash.

She recorded her suspicions and mulled over how they would find something or someone to spell out the collusion clearly between Gortash, the Stonelord and the Zhents. That thought drew her attention back to the crossword. Squinting at the first answer. It was definitely correct, but it made no sense when coupled into the second.

Except when - reversed? Hmm, how odd.

Intrigued Nyx retrieved an unmarked parchment and redrew the first two parts of the crossword. Then she reversed the first answer, blinked at the result and did the same with the second.

Gale gasped over her shoulder. "What did you do?"

He snatched up the crossword, "By Ahghairon's lost nose - it's flipped!"

Still standing, but with newfound gusto, Gale magically cleared the answers and redid the crossword by reversing the individual answers in their assigned rows. Once finished his grin turned into a frown. "Uh, Tav dear - I do believe this is for you." He handed her the crossword.

Nyx asked cranking her neck to look at him, "How so?"

"The crossword title is, 'A Friend In Need'. And the mystery word is ultimately, 'Cinders'."

Tav's eyebrows bobbed as she studied the crossword, chewing her lip. Everyone waiting with bated breath and she asked, "Who made this?", searching the rest of the section. "Holly Fowles?"

Gale scratched his beard, "No, that doesn't sound right."

Tav dug around in her backpack and retrieved an older issue of the gazette. She opened in on a specific article and pointed, "Holly Fowles, Investigative Journalist... She's the one that initially reported on the crime and missing persons."

Gale asked, "Could she be in trouble?"

Tav gathered more blank parchment and her quill. "Whatever it is, I don't like it. It's one thing for all of you to know - that a journalist does as well, bothers me." Scribbling quickly on two separate papers, she called to Halsin. "Would you mind reaching out to Notch?" Gale passed along the folded message, Halsin said, "I'll do so immediately.", and rose to leave.

Tav's next request came as a surprise to everyone, "Tara? Would you mind helping too?"

One green eye cracked open in their direction, but she didn't move from her sleeping spot.

"Please?"

Tara made a show of taking her time to get up and stretch. She sauntered over leisurely; her head and tail held high then jumped onto the table, regarding Tav coolly.

"I need you to deliver this message to Keene Ninefingers, the Underduke of Baldur's Gate. Do you know who that is?"

Tara's ears flicked and she replied in tressym-speak. Gale translated, "I'm not an errand cat, child."

Cue muffled snorts and snickers from the rest.

"It's very important and it may be equally dangerous. I need someone with the right skills to deliver the message... I can always ask Scratch to go instead." An eager expression perked from the fireplace with lolling tongue and a tail thumping against the floorboards.

Tara glared at Scratch and returned her displeased gaze onto Tav. After a pointed tail swish, she begrudgingly agreed. "Only this one time."

---

A faint haze sat over Gray Harbour blurring the ships and distant docks. The smaller fishing boats had set out earlier and only larger docked ships were present with deckhands scurrying to and fro, loading cargo. Ahead, Tav turned a sharp corner leading them between the rows of houses toward the docks. A moored 3-mast merchant ship came into view. Its prominent hippocampus figurehead jutted out proudly from the bow, clasping a lantern between its teeth.

They boarded the Low Lantern, weaving through people and a few scattered tables on the upper deck. Most of the patrons were standing at the banister facing the sea; drinks in hand and talking with animated gestures. Nyx had to adjust her gait as the ship's hull creaked in the small swell of the waves. The strained clicks of the rigging drew her eyes upward. No longer seaworthy the Low Lantern had no sails and the sea gulls' shrill calls punctuated the din while they squabbled over seating on the bare masts. Greedy eyes watched the dining crowd below.

Nyx sidestepped a waitress with ease, but Gale stumbled out of the way instead, cursing softly under his breath. Nyx caught his eye and said, "A staff might help with the balance."

"Indeed, I'm afraid my legs aren't even meant for a docked ship let alone one in full fare." He fumbled after the rest as though drunk as they made their way down to the tavern deck.

Warm yellow lantern light greeted them and they filed down the narrow walkway between the tables and the bar. Blue and green light filtered through the glass ceiling above, offset by the glow of candles stuck into rum bottles, and set on the tables. A smartly dressed Kenku barman appraised them with a black gaze. The avian folk greeted in, what would be as close to a smile one could manage with a beak, "New faces. What'll it be?"

Everyone gave their orders, Halsin and Karlach had to stoop to collect their drinks and avoid the myriad of decorations hanging from the ceiling; buoys, fishing nets and rusted hooks.

They scanned the crowd looking for familiar faces between the many patrons. Most were commoners, and yet the interior and drinks would suggested a finer establishment. Even Nyx's water had been spruced up with mint ice cubes and star shaped lemon pieces.

Mohan waved from a nearby booth and they piled into the spacious seating area.

Tav smiled around her colourful drink. "Hmm, I didn't realize how much I missed this place. Though I was expecting someone else to meet us here."

Mohan gestured to the second Kenku barman for a refill. "I come highly recommended. Disappointed at not seeing your 'halfling fellow'?"

Nyx's snort accompanied the others' grunts of amusement.

Tav nodded in concession and Wyll asked, "Are you not employed by the Brass Consortium? Why play messenger for us?"

A sly smirk tugged at Mohan's lips and he placed a hand to his chest. "I am no mere employee. I am a free agent whose exclusive services are available to the highest bidder."

Eyebrows bobbed and sidelong looks were exchanged.

Wyll ventured carefully, "And our mutual friends are able to pay these... what I would assume to be, lavish fees?"

Mohan clearly enjoyed making them work for every single answer. "Oh no, I wouldn't think so. Another group of interested benefactors are supplementing my income and aiding the movement against the Black Hand. Their cover up may have snuffed news of the infernal smuggling, but it didn't quell the discontent of those affected by more than just the exchange of stolen goods."

There were several sage nods. Karlach scrunched her nose in confusion. Lae'zel leaned in closer as well when Shadowheart provided in a whisper, "The merchant houses of the kidnapped families are supporting us."

Karlach's grin became manic and she initiated around of clinking glasses. "Aces, cheers!"

Mohan's refill arrived and the waiter hurried off with a bigger refill order.

Tav set her folio on the table, a thinner one than Dagna's dossier and said to Mohan. "I need you to get these to our mutual friends. All copies of the originals of course."

He nodded, rifled around his own pack and set a similar looking folio on top of hers.

Nyx narrowed her eyes at the exchange, Good, a healthy dose of paranoia.

A package appeared, and Mohan deftly arranged all the items from the table onto the seat next to him. There were a few curious glances at the show, but no-one made a remark.

The rest of the conversation turned to idle chatter about the general state of Baldur's Gate and once the refills were halfway, Mohan excused himself. "Other business to attend to." They waved him off; his adjacent seat now empty of any items as though they were never there to begin with.

Tav read something beneath the table and touched two fingers to her temple. Several of the other's hands did the same, some less discreet about it than others. Tav passed the note to Nyx under the table.

From the halfling fellow:

"Troubling news about the Gazette. Your contact with The Guild concerning. Be careful."

 "Unusual activity at following location [address provided]"

     NB The 'halfling fellow's' boss insist your attendance there.

 "Copies of latest reports enclosed."

 "Parcel contains something to assist with document authentication."

 "Helm protect you."

Nyx shook her head, returning the paper. They really ought to come up with better code names.

Tav passed the note to Halsin, and after it was handed back Tav stuffed it into her pack. Their group conversed and laughed until their own refills were finished. With the tab already settled, they saw themselves out.

---

Nyx orientated herself with the street names when they passed a sign post. The Lower City was a maze, one made up of houses. Said houses were of similar shape, size and appearance. Nyx preferred landmarks over street names, but after passing Garmult's House of Mastery and since taking several side streets between the houses, Nyx had lost her sense of place. Fortunately, one could always use Gray Harbour as a good indicator of general location within the city itself.

Tav brought them to a halt in front of a shabby, leaning house.

Astarion scoffed and waved a dismissive hand. "It should be demolished."

After a cautionary glance in each direction, Tav replied, "Looks can be deceiving", and grinned over her shoulder at Astarion. "As we well know."

He scoffed at the snickers and reluctantly followed the rest into the building.

It was a cramped elongated structure; the interior was in the same dilapidated state inside, the only light being filtered through broken windows. An unused house, except for boot prints disturbing years of dust on the floorboards. They silently drew their weapons and tracked the flow. The prints passed by several rooms and a rickety staircase, which Nyx had no intention of climbing. The tracks stopped at a basement hatch, and they descended below after a silent confirmatory exchange.

It was a standard basement, however well lit, markedly less dusty and much larger than the building above. They spread out in groups of two and three to investigate further. The owners of the boot prints did much the same and their tracks crisscrossed all over the floor, voiding their usefulness.

Lae'zel called Nyx over and pointed. "Is this not the crest of your knights?"

Frowning, Nyx inspected the small palm-sized emblem affixed to the wall. Impressed she said, "The Knights of the Shield, yes."

Tav sidled between them and beamed at Lae'zel. "Great find. Now, let's clear the area just in case of nasty surprises."

"Does this place not belong to your people?" Lae'zel chewed on the word. "Spies pretending to be knights."

Tav barked a laugh. "My 'collaborators' more like. Doesn't mean they don't protect their property from no-gooders." The others made way and she retrieved something from her pack, pressed herself against the wall and waved it over the emblem.

The emblem receded into the wall, clicked and mechanisms inside the wall operated smoothly, opening up a corridor. A brisk walk brought them in range of voices, coming from the room ahead. Weapons in hand, they crept forward, snuffing torches as they went. Nearer to the entrance, Nyx and Astarion broke off, the others holding back.

Nyx peered around the archway; the room ahead was a bustle of silhouettes.

A woman barked, "I want to know where she it hiding! Once we find her, we run her through and her conspirators. She'll not have the opportunity to escape again."

There was a series of replies, but Nyx didn't catch any of it, and she signalled to Astarion.

He responded, Black. Hand.

Ah, Gortash's cronies. Hmm, trying to find Counselor Florrick...

Astarion exchanged the information with Tav, and he signalled again grinning, Hunt. On. Nyx's smile matched his by the time they finished coordinating, and they slinked through the archway, bringing more shadows with them.

Nyx carefully snuffed the last torch in the vicinity, and the others crept into position. They watched the Black Hand scurrying about the round chamber below. Tables and chairs were overturned, chests knocked over and their contents spilled onto the floor.

Their group's arrows were knocked and magic primed. Nyx had an unsuspecting target in her sights - but froze the moment Tav gasped, and magic permeated the air. A troubling glow lit up the raised platform on the far side of the room, and Githyanki stepped through the materializing portals.

---

Classifying it as a bloodbath would be putting it mildly. The Black Hand mercenaries were caught off guard and overwhelmed before they could draw their weapons. Silver from Githyanki blades flashed between the sprays of red blood and the violet rays of psionic spells. Some of Gortash's hirelings managed to mob and kill two Gith archers in a frenzy before they fell to the warriors and spellcasters.

Nyx retreated from her position, drawing back to huddle with the others while keeping an eye on the battle. The cries from the Black Hand and the ringing of metal muffled their group's strategizing. With nods their group reorganized and waited.

Moments had passed when opportunity presented itself, several members of the Black Hand tried to flee and made it partway across the chamber when Tav's group sprung into action.

The front line composing of Karlach, Lae'zel and Halsin in bear form, lead the charge roaring their challenge. The mercenaries stopped dead in their tracks, paled at the sight of their impending death, but were cut down from behind by the Gith. The front line bared down on the Gith while arrows of fire, rays of radiance, Eldrich blasts, and the crackle of lightning surged ahead. The well timed ranged attack confused and softened the closest Gith for the melee fighters to tear apart without much resistance.

The front line pushed their advantage while more Gith stepped from the portals. Wyll and Shadowheart raced into the circular chamber providing cover for the melee fighters. Tav, Nyx, Gale and Astarion kept the archers and spellcasters on the raised platforms preoccupied with defense and counter strikes.

The front line had reached the staircase and funneled the Gith into a bottleneck from above. The ranged group descended into the chamber; Nyx and Astarion breaking off to quickly seek higher ground on the tops of large cupboards. From there the two provided cover for Tav and Gale to get into a protected, yet elevated position, together minimizing the advantage of the Gith from the raised platform.

Karlach and Lae'zel made a running jump in opposite directions, aiming for the swirling portals. The rest of the melee group split into groups of two or three charging at the Gith and drawing them away from the portals. Loud whumps saw the portals collapse, Karlach and Lae'zel rejoined the separate battles on either side of the staircase, flanking the Gith and pinning them between their other companions. The Gith archers and spellcasters lacked both the reach and agility of the ranged team, soon the wounded stragglers were finished off by the combined front line.

After the battle stilled; the chamber was filled with the sounds of huffing and puffing. Each of them had at least one bleeding injury, but the wounds weren't anything their collective healing and potions couldn't mend.

--- --- ---

Tav searched the bodies with haste. Halsin followed suite once all wounds were mended and asked, "Something specific we should look out for?"

With her fingers in one of the mercenary's pockets, Tav withdrew a bundle of papers, "Just checking if they found anything interesting."

Nyx shook out her limbs and joined the search, gingerly stepping over pools of blood and gore.

"Here!", Gale called standing over a body, gesturing with a journal in the air, "I think this is the Shield's safehouses!"

Tav rose and hurried over. "Let me see. Nine Hells!" She gasped at the contents, snapped her head to Halsin and asked urgently, "Do any of them have tadpoles?"

His druidic magic swelled, and he inspected each of the bodies, waving his hand over their foreheads. He straightened and shook his head. A smile quirked on his lips at Tav's exaggerated sigh of relief while she pressed the journal to her chest. "Thank Tymora!"

Tav shifted through the overturned contents from a chest, finding nothing of use, she proceeded to an adjacent room. Her tadpole squirmed behind one eye, and the Emperor's presence swept into the center of her attention.

My chambers are at the far end.

She crossed her arms regarding the bare wall at the back of the room. "Oh? And the door? Same trick as before?"

He chuckled, sounding truly amused. Yes, as before.

At the back of the room, her hands brushed over the coarse stone of the wall until straight ridges pressed against her fingertips. Her matching shield clicked into place and revealed an unlit room. Dust lay undisturbed, and her companions' footsteps followed from behind.

Tav relayed the Emperor's story, his voice taking on a wistful tone, guiding them through a forgotten part of the hideout. He pointed out some of his belongings; untouched on shelves or inside cupboards each revealing how he had lived and worked as an agent of the Shield. All abandoned after Gortash had found him out and extorted his true identity.

Tav's gaze settled on a portrait of Duke Stelmane and his story became soft, his voice tender. He seemed genuinely sadden by her passing, claiming that they had achieved much together as co-leaders of the Shield. A creeping sensation made the hairs on the back of Tav's neck stand up.

Duke Stelmane collaborating with a mindflayer?

A beat passed before she asked, "Did she know what you are?"

The Emperor's pause was a touch too long before he replied, Not at first.

With a smile to lift the cadence of her voice, she hid her disappointment. "Mm."

He had once again chosen not to be forthcoming. Tav decided his answer didn't matter, she would remain vigilant when it came to their alliance. An uneasy duet.

Searching the area secured the diary of Duke Stelmane's caretaker, which Tav stuffed into her pack. She'll read the gathered evidence later, away from this place. The silence stretched upon returning to the main chamber. Her gaze swept over its discarded remains. Much like everything the Chosen have touched, they left the husk of the Shield organization behind.

The balmy afternoon sun welcomed them outside and Tav savoured the victory nonetheless. We've kept them safe. Their identities are still secret, and location hidden. Let Tymora's dice continue to roll in our favour.

For the off chance you missed it in the chapter starting notes:

From now on I'll be updating ONCE EVERY TWO WEEKS. Thus, the next chapter update will be on the 19th of June 2026.

Low Lantern Ship Tavern (Forgotten Realms)