It seems that justice is slow but inevitable. Gaedren had not only wronged me but seems to have angered a small party of mismatched but driven individuals. He also seemed to have preyed on the out-castes of society; I count half breeds as more than half our number. In any case, while looking for the miscreant, whom the guards would not condescend to deal with, we found each other and only avoided violence by the fortuitous intervention of a Varisian fortune teller, that Gaedren had also wronged.
Having been given his location I set out with a suspected murder from the academe, an overly emotionally and short tempered duelist, a moon-touched human flower child, a rather blood thirsty thug, and an oddly calm but rather unattractive half ork female. We arrived late at night and the fish monger warehouse was quite at first. A large watch dog was easily circumvented but we were shocked to find the interior brimming with scared, hostile children and one rabble rousing gnome. We also found Gaedren, unfortunately only after he had apparently fed Edulwulf’s daughter to a large crocodile. In turn Edulwulf fed the crocodile Gaedren’s head.
After a quick search revealed his operating papers as well as the unpleasant issue that the women who helped us locate him had, in fact, been dead for some weeks prior to meeting us. Obviously I was only too eager to be done with this place and my temporary companions but as we made our departure we found ourselves in the midst of a riot. It would seem that the king has died and the city is on the verge of civil war between the queen’s factions and those that would see her deposed. Having no better option we decided to weather this latest storm where we were.