The Apostles of Eros barely escaped the horrors of the catacombs beneath Castle Kalaman, where you witnessed the dark deeds of Lord Soth and his undead minions. As you emerge into the daylight, you see a familiar sight: Darrett Highwater and Marshal Vendri, leading their loyal soldiers back to the city. They greet you with relief and gratitude but also with worry and fear. They tell you that the Red Dragon Army's assault on Kalaman is still ongoing and that they have suffered heavy losses at the hands of Viranna the Corruptor. They also inform you that Lord Soth and his retinue have fled the city but do not know where they have gone.
Darrett urges you to rest and recover from your ordeal. He says he has sent scouts to track down Lord Soth's movements, and he will update you as soon as he has any news. He also says that Marshal Vendri is working to organize a full evacuation of Kalaman before the city falls to the enemy. She wants to speak with you soon to thank you for your heroic deeds and to ask for your help in saving the people of Kalaman.
The next day, Darrett comes to see you in your rooms. He has a serious expression on his face. He tells you that his scouts have returned with some disturbing news: the Red Dragon Army has split its forces. One part of the army is still marching south, presumably to join forces with traitors to all that is good and virtuous. But another part of the army has turned north, heading into the Northern Wastes. This is a barren and inhospitable region where few people dare to venture. Darrett does not know what the Red Dragon Army is planning to do there, but he fears it might have something to do with Lord Soth.
Darrett says he does not have much more information at the moment, but he will continue to investigate. He asks you to accompany him to meet with Marshal Vendri, who is waiting for you. He says she has some urgent matters to discuss with you and might need your help.
Marshal Vendri has claimed a modest meeting room down the hall from the council chamber marred by Lord Soth’s attack. The room holds little more than a long table covered in reports, though tall windows offer a stunning view of the city and harbor beyond, offering a soft glow from the fires still burning.
The marshal stands by a window, gazing toward the horizon. From a seat at the table, Lord Bakaris glances at you and then bitterly observes, “Here they are now, Marshal. Perhaps if we hadn’t put our faith in sellswords, my son would be at my side and the governor would still be alive.”