#osnit

“So, we flag every story that’s even remotely curious,” he grunted, hoisting a crate and thumping it onto the low table between them. “I’ll have some recruits search these for stories about nautiloid crashes, survivors, landings, anything unusual. We’ll narrow them down from there.” Morena grabbed one of the broadsheets and flipped the pages, before setting it back on the stack. “Okay, why do you think they crashed?” “Because knowing how the other Chosen operate, Gale would have fought his way off the ship,” he explained.  Morena nodded her head, thinking about her son’s tenacity and knew he was right. “That’s if they both survived the crash and ceremorphosis in this scenario.” Kyle raised his hands. “Morena, let’s put that aside for a moment, they are still within the window.” “Okay,” she swallowed, but happy that Kyle was taking this more seriously than she’d expected. “Now, obviously Faerun is enormous and shit happens all the time. Cities fall into Avernus, five-headed dragons threaten populations, flying castles, what have you. So, we need to narrow that scope,” Kyle expertly explained. “My son is a wizard, that’s pretty rare,” Morena offered.  “Exactly!” Kyle clapped his hands. “I’ll have my group focus on witnesses mentioning a wizard or even better, a sun elf.” Morena gave him a curious look. “If Gale isn’t casting a spell, he is just going to look like some bloke tripping over his own feet. But your grandmother is a sun elf,” he explained. “With a few exceptions, they rarely leave Evermeet. A rural town is going to remember seeing a sun elf, especially your grandmother.” Morena smiled, thinking of how radiant her grandmother looked, even battle worn and exhausted, as she walked toward her and her eldest brother outside Marissa’s wedding venue. “I can see that.”