Wicked tongues do not always lie

[Silas North]

The bard and warlock had spoken much about a shared concern. It was no wonder that no one took such a twisted man seriously. However, leaving the past behind was the only way to truly succeed against an ever-growing threat to the land of Sundren. Whether or not the tiefling known as Nocte deserved any sympathy or consideration at all was not the bard's concern.

To the druids and to the paladins of Helm and the Triad the bard traveled. To the Red Blades and Exigo the bard wandered. Whether speaking directly or taking the guise of one weary from travel and needing a place to sit and spill a rumor or two, what the bard spoke of was always the same.

It is true what the tiefling Nocte claims. The Bloodmaim are indeed gathering in force and indeed more vulnerable now than they may ever be. It is also true that the tribes are stronger than ever and in the possession of something dark... and powerful.

To certain friends he cares not to call friend, or to the Legion the bard withholds his words and statements. Only certain people need know. Osclow was uncertain of who would take him seriously or if his fame was of any use at all. However, the seeds of gossip were planted as well as he could manage.