The Shining Sea is a rowdy place, with all kinds of seedy characters lurking around. Sailors laugh and drink and make all kinds of noise, men and women gamble and laugh and fight, and a few token guards stand in corners... with cups in their hands and money in their pockets.
The bartender, a grey-haired woman who looks as though she could clear the room of troublemakers in seconds flat if she so desired, watches the mayhem with a small smile as she serves up more ale.
"Oh, them," the matronly woman says with disapproval. "They were here. They left last night with a bunch of interestingly-dressed women. Looked like they were going to have some fun. Lousy tippers."
The woman looks around at her bar. "I heard one of them suggest they go to one of the warehouses at the docks. There are a couple of abandoned ones on the south side, so you might want to check there first."
Sigh... i guess it can't be helped, thank you for your help...
Soru slowly left the pub, heading south. It wasn't that long before he could see the warehouses. He started searching around, even though it seemed like nobody was there..
Three warehouses sit in disrepair. Windows broken, wood rotting, nothing but mouldering ruins. Two of them have been boarded up, but the door of the third is shattered and ruined. It would be simple for anyone to slip through.
The darkness is deep, and Soru cannot penetrate it. Which is unfortunate, because from within the darkness, two horrible forms spring out. Spiked chains whip into Soru's body, gouging his flesh painfully.
Soru's bluish light illuminates the area just enough to allow him to see properly. Laying on the ground near the exit is a figure. Closer inspection reveals that it is a man, dead, with ragged clothes and beard. He may well be homeless. His throat is slit, but there is no blood on the ground.
Something appears to be in his clenched fist. It glitters purple, though there is not enough light for a proper reflection.