[ Documenting Regan Lassiter ’s arrival in Dresmond ]

Regan had done as she said she would: made ready. Fear of failure was her greatest motivation for caution. Though much time had passed, the nightmare of Othello’s arrest was still not forgotten. The king’s approval was all that mattered now. All she craved. She’d been given a mission and did not intend to disappoint.

The portal key allowed her to slip to Dresmond without having to make the journey across the plains and—most dangerously—into Elderkeep. The wagon that was agreed upon was the one Zevran had set up as a non-descript base of operations for when the witch was in Dresmond. There was undoubtedly a sense of awkwardness between them. He inquired after Alys, but noting Regan’s brief answers, dropped the matter. The man seemed weakened. Ill, even, with a hacking cough that at times had him bent over.

Zevran provided her with what information he had: the Eldouirs that were still in Elderkeep (or at least, the ones he still knew of), the characters to look out for, and (most notably) the tribute. Birds had been flocking overhead for days, all manner of creatures swooping towards the temple. He suggested Regan use mink oil gathered from creatures on the plains to obscure her human scent, and she agreed. She stashed some of her belongings at Zevran's wagon, an was off.

Regan too would head to the temple alongside Zevran to witness the horrors at a distance.

Equipment

• Lightweight reinforced leather armor
  
• A metal war hammer
• A set of throwing darts strapped to her belt
• A curved machete-like dagger worn along her hip
• Mink oil (provided by Zevran)

Potions

• Healing Potion, Greater (x2)
• Fortitude Potion
• Sleeping smoke potion (x2)
• Paralysis potion
• Invisibility potion (x7) + antidote
• Darkvision potion