[ one-shot, with the potential to become a thread. FYI Eloell . ]

During her time in Elderkeep, Regan had been invisible as a ghost. The best assistance came from Zevran and one or two of his allies who often accompanied her, casually scouting the way when it could go unnoticed and creating distractions to divert attention at times when Regan needed it. Elderkeep was a chaotic place. A fight here or there was not entirely out of the norm. Thankfully, she knew of Ishmael’s gift and knew to be skeptical of any living thing—man or beast.

Often, Regan would perch on the tops of wagons for visibility, letting her hellwolf senses be her aid. Sometimes, she moved alone in the dark, relying on the vision her half-hellwolf form gave her. Long stents perched up high on various wagons gave her insight into the patrols of the Dresmondi soldiers and others guarding Elderkeep. Once she had a good sense of them, it became even easier to move about the “city”.

Since the Tribute, the details of Ishmael Eldouir ’s plan to expand Elderkeep had been made known. Ona & Obri herself was part of them, which proved very useful in staying up to date on details. It was as those plans were set into motion that Regan did most of her work, knowing that many Dresmondi and Eldouir, including Ishmael, were otherwise occupied outside the heart of the Keep. If successful, once the basics were confirmed, Regan prepared to say her goodbyes. She had one last stop, but it would not require her to be in Elderkeep. She went to Zevran’s home, prepared to say her goodbyes, when…

There was no goodbye to be given. She arrived back at the wagon to see Zevran lying lifeless on his bed. His lips were blue, eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling of the wagon. No one was around him. He had died alone. Regan thought for a moment to find someone. There was an old woman, she knew, that had cared for him. Perhaps she’d return soon and Regan could break the news gently.

No, she decided. There remained work to be done.

Regan pulled the lids over his eyes, closing them forever. She then left, sneaking through the dark streets of Elderkeep at night, before reaching the wall that surrounded it. She waited, watching the guards in the rotation she’d studied. When the coast was clear, she moved swiftly. Changing into her wolf form, she scaled the wall and ran off invisible into the night. There was one more stop. One that was—hypothetically—empty. The Cave of Names. She wouldn't make a martyr of herself. She remained vigilant for the gathering of any beasts or other signs of magic. She'd rather bail prematurely than put herself in danger. 

According to Cassian, the strongest of the Eldouir were meant to be in Lorendale. During her travels in her wolf form, she was sure to keep on the lookout for any suspicious animals (though she remained invisible). When she arrived at the Cave of Names, she waited for about half an hour outside, checking for any signs of movement. Provided there were none, she decided it was now or never. She would sneak inside the Cave of Names and take a quick inventory of what she found there. It would only be whatever she could glean within the span of ten minutes before she left. What would be clear was that it was Hiram’s lair, which was all that was required for her to confirm. Anything else beyond that Regan would consider a bonus.

Regan then would make a sacrifice—pulling off her fingernails as she chanted—to summon a flying creature that would bear her home, flying as high as it could reasonably take her without having her freezing or gasping for air. If all went according to plan, Regan would arrive home exhausted, skinnier for her travels, but alive.