Not Another Hero

"Why do I need a pass to get into the undercity?" I asked. "I thought we were friends with the gnomes."



The guards seemed to sigh collectively and I got the idea that they had to go through this with nearly every new arrival to Eddanar. "I guess that answer depends on how specific you want me to get," one of the guards said with a smirk. "Your more immediate concern is the fact that two gentlemen with spears are going to insist on it." The other guard chuckled as he heard this. "But if you're the inquisitive sort, I can say that both the governor and the gnome matriarch have closed the area off to the general public on account of the sickness."

This was new information - to me at least. The capital had received no reports of illness from Eddanar. It would have been a major issue. It seemed there was no reasoning with the men at the door to the undercity, so I shuffled off.

If I obtained the right materials, I could forge official documents from the capital and put my royal seal on them. However, I doubted very much that the peons watching the gate would even accept them.