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Miri

30 Flamerule 1372

I had just finished dressing for the day when there came a knock at my door. It was Tordrin, wearing the same clothes I'd seen him in the night before.

"Good morning, Tordrin. I trust you spent . . . an enjoyable night, if not a restful one."

"Indeed I did, friend Miri," he said excitedly.

"And what is it brings you to my door before you even change your clothes?" I asked as I invited him in.

"Ah, I wanted to ask you if Thralia has given you any assignments for today, after rehearsal."

"I have a few things to work on, but nothing of high priority. I take you have something in mind?" We sat down at the small table in my room.

"Yes, I would like you to get in touch with whoever's handling the archives now at the Promenade."

I raised an eyebrow. "An interesting request. What are you looking for?"

"Everything they have on the Cormanthor enclave."

My jaw dropped. "Cormanthor? You really think that girl is the survivor, do you?" He and I had talked about the "Cormanthor survivor" before. He was quite obsessed with her, while the rest of us had long since moved on. It was a terrible tragedy, that we all still mourned, but there was only one vision of a survivor, and no one had much hope that she would still be discovered. Tordrin, however, felt a strong sense of personal responsibility with regard to the Cormanthor group, having been there for its founding. He had first told about me his theory a few days ago, at the wedding in Amalith, that the drow girl, Mayurra, was from Cormanthor.

Yet he would not answer my question. "I just want to look into a few things, that is all," was his reply.

"Well, there's going to be a lot to go through. Do you want them to send the scrolls here, or do you just want an overview?"

"Hmm, a courier will take a long time. I think I do want to have copies of the records sent here, so I can go over them thoroughly at a later time, but for now, ask them to look for anything that mentions the name 'Ilphukiir,' and just give me a report." I looked at him in disbelief yet again. "Just trust me, Miri."

"Of course. I'll see what I can do." Tordrin got up to leave.

"And Miri," he said from the doorway, "this is just between us, aye?"

"Certainly."

After he left, I got out the mirror I used to contact the Promenade. I gave my request to an acolyte, and made an appointment for later to speak with the archivist via the mirror and receive her findings.

***

It was late before I had a chance to speak with Tordrin alone again. He was not spending this night with Mayurra, and returned to the inn shortly before midnight, just in time to join me in prayer, as he did upon occasion. Afterward, I told him what I'd learned.

"There was a great deal of correspondence between the Promenade and a woman called Vasiira Ilphukiir. She was not part of the initial group, but she became quite prominent in the latter years of the enclave, and seems to have been the primary recruiter among the Auskovyn clan. Most of the correspondence we have consists of recruiting reports." I was pleased to see a look of surprise on Tordrin's face. There's nothing quite so satisfying as giving him or Thralia information they didn't expect.

"I must have met the woman," he said, shaking his head. "I'm surprised at myself, that I don't remember. Was there more?"

"Yes, Vasiira wrote occasionally of a niece she thought was a potential recruit for the group. She does not name the niece in her letters, but starting about ten years before the attack, the membership rolls include the name Ralenthra Ilphukiir." Tordrin smiled. I had apparently gotten to what he wanted to hear. "I took the liberty of doing some further research from other sources," I continued, "because of the similarity of name between these two and that of the Vhaeraunian cleric who led the raid."

"I would expect nothing less. Go on."

"Vilryn Ilphukiir of the Auskovyn did, indeed, have a sister named Vasiira and a daughter named Ralenthra. Vasiira is reported killed as a traitor at about the time of the raid. Since she is known to us as a cleric of Eilistraee, we can assume that she was taken down during the attack."

"And the daughter?"

"Reported missing about twelve years ago, again, dating from the time of the raid. Believed to be still at large, and there is a standing reward for her capture, or any information as to her whereabouts. Vilryn Ilphukiir has publicly disowned her. She, too, is accused of treachery to the clan. Here's a copy of the notice."

"Very good, Miri." Tordrin said, as he rose to leave. "Good work, indeed. Thank you."

"You're quite welcome."

I knew better than to ask what he wanted the information for. If he thought I needed to know, he'd tell me. But I had a good idea. The wanted notice, after all, included a description.

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