Excerpt from the Rook Times. (update 11-25)

Crunch, Enlightened arrives in Rook for the first time since he lost his mind on Tengu island. He hears a crier speak about the above-mentioned events and goes to a newsstand to investigate. He purchases a copy of the Rook Times and skips to the above excerpt.

- "I go away for 6 months and I come back to this shit? Murders rampant and casters disappearing off the streets... Alright, whoever's responsible for this is gonna pay. This is organized society and it has rules... no, laws which must be observed. Looks like I'm gonna have to be on watch."

Crunch crumples the paper in his hands. He then uncrumples it and rolls it up, stowing it in his backpack. He takes an uneasy look around. He ducks into an alley retrieving a small vial and some components to start brewing a potion of Cure Light Wounds. Crunch coughs and a little blood comes up, but he is careful not to contaminate his mixture. He finishes the potion and downs it, allowing his body to recuperate while crouched in an alley.

- "I need to find a way to stop this disease. Not just my own, but the lawlessness of criminals in this city."

Crunch leaves the alley and searches for a place to board for the night. He remembers the Golden Plow and finds it. He pays for a room and holes up for the night, removing the mattress from the frame and placing it on the floor to sleep in his armor.

An extremely tall and elderly Drow approaches Crunch after bursting through the door, looking slightly unkempt and worried. "You seem familiar, and after the day I've had this is welcome. What is your name? My memories escape me."

Drakovan pulls up a chair and orders two drinks.

Lemon - Awakening from his slumber and stretching out, these past few uneventful weeks have been boring for Lemon which terrified him in more ways than one. As he gazed upon last night's lover, he takes some time to contemplate what has been happening recently. Nothing. After letting out a sigh he carefully slid out of the bed in order to not disturb the quiet slumber of the young nobles that accompanied him, and proceeded to begin his morning routine. From straightening his hair to bathing away the dead skin, Lemon did practically everything he could to maintain his beauty. While being massaged by one of the staff, he consulted with other nobles on the current events in Rook and straight away they began voicing their concerns on the disappearances. After soothing their woes he managed to place on his clothing and walked around to see the current status of the staff, of course he has heard of the disappearances but he always assumed that they were in capable hands but today surprised him as even the staff had begun feeling the tension in the air. He took note of their concerns and figured to himself that this was indeed a bigger issue and with pure joy in his face he decided to head to the Golden Plow to secure more information.

-"Oh what joy it is to finally hear something to note again."

Sadly nothing occurred while he was wandering the streets but as he arrived he entered the Golden Plow.

Leander, as a Magus and field researcher in arcane history for the Rook university, was doing research on old Oread magics. After losing three Oread arcanist contacts and hearing rumours of other arcanists dissapearing, he decides it's time to look into this mess and solve it before he becomes a victim too. He will try to use his sword more and his magic less, as a precaution.

Cydo notices Crunch (and perhaps others talking with him) during one of his occasional trips to the Golden Plow. He hasn't had work in a while (making a comfortable living off his archery shop), but he's pretty sure from the group and discussion that a job's on the horizon. Maybe it's about the rumored disappearances lately, although Cydo hasn't done much himself since the disappearances clearly aren't something mundane going on.

He sits somewhere near Crunch's table to listen in.

Lemon - After entering the Golden plow and having a nice small chatter with Rainen near the bar, he slowly turns around sipping his drink. Gazing across the tavern eyeing up the small party. He proceeds to his usual place in the center of the bar to begin his typical eavesdrop session in the Golden Plow.

Lemon - Noticing the gesture gladly gets up and walks over. After hearing Drakovan out he simply chuckles, and then begins to curtsy as he replies;

- "I don't believe I've got that much of a name, I simply managed to catch his eye." And after letting out a breath "I'm Lemon, nice to meet you...?"

Lemon - Gazing down at the paper, his eyes open up in shock as he lifts his hand over his mouth to express this,

"Oh! although I have heard of the rumors I didn't notice that it was truthful, now that's quite worrisome..."

as he takes a seat with the group.

Drakovan sighs, "Well, perhaps there is a group who wishes to see Rook return to its roots? Magic was not always as wide spread as it is today..." Drakovan then looks to Lemon, inclining his head, "I'm sure you of all people would have heard the stories of how the Heroes of Rook became as such, yes?"

Cydo: "Admittedly I am worried that this was planned by someone who wants to subvert Rook in a way that only casters can counter, hence why they would want Rook's casters out of the picture.  Then again, I have no way of knowing right now."

Aria was walking around the market saving the rich from the burden of carrying too much gold. The news on everyone lips was the missing casters. She knows the power those who wield magic can control and anyone that would mess with them on mass has to be very strong or very stupid. Either way this would be trouble and trouble means work. She heads to the Golden Plow knowing that information always seems to be on tap.

Nondetection doesn't protect against Arcane Sight, as Drakovan sees your magical auras. He immediately goes on guard and casts a glitter dust on Joy's square when she stops at the table. (DC 25, you can roll a d20 in the advanced reply). "It seems we have someone attempting to remain hidden. Reveal yourself immediately."