The party returned to the Pickled Imp and handed over the books and papers to Guaril Karela. He thanked the group and provided a reward of gold for your troubles.
Having completed the last task, the party heads back to the Foreign Quarter on the way back to the Grand Lodge.
A throng of people blocks the street ahead. A performance art group commandeers the street, drawing graffiti to create a jolly hellscape complete with illusory devils comically dancing around in circles. A few citizens avoiding the crowd slip off-street through a nearby alley, the only egress past the gathering.
The party followed the flow of pedestrians to avoid the congestion ahead. A shrill whistle sounds ahead and suddenly the alley fills with a fog. The common citizens in the vicinity beat a hasty retreat.
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