The decision made on the fate of the dragon, more or less, Clotho grins and teleports, taking the dragon's bulk with him. Dom takes the opportunity to frisk Nixie. There are no other hidden objects, arcane or otherwise, that reveal themselves. The members of the 12th, Nixie and several bound skull-cultists in tow, begin trekking back to the inn. You are greeted with quite the sight upon exiting back to the street. The MercTown guard that had escorted you to the church is in full display, weapons bristling. Scattered in front of them are at least fifty more silver skull-wearing cultists, each in various states of surrender and restraint. Scattered about them are a frightening assortment of weaponry that would have made your battle much more difficult. It's the type of weaponry that gets you pinched by MercTown guards. The lead borg muses as you exit. "Saved your lives, looks like. These punks were headed in with you. We got some notable perps here. City leadership types. Guessin' you won, counting your bodies and the noise we heard."
You deposit your own complement of cultists with the guards and make the trip back to the inn.Upon arriving, six variously-arrayed individuals, each wearing the insignia of the guild, salute you. "Master Clotho has arranged quarters for each of you. We took the liberty of collecting your things from your rooms. Please, come with us."
Assuming no protest, you are led straight to the Collegiate Arcane and Magic Guild main hall. The acolytes show you individually to your rooms which are grouped together in the "permanent quarters" wing. These are not typically available for rent, instead held for dignitaries and guild leadership. They are well appointed and spacious. You are given time enough to place your things in the room before being beckoned back to the main hall. "Masters Clotho and Eloros wish to speak with you immediately."
No questions are brooked, and you are rushed to a large lecture hall. Nixie is led off to other quarters under guard, still unconscious from Dom's sorcerous blade.
As you enter, you recognize Menelaus Clotho. Next to him is a rugged looking individual. He smiles and nods in your direction, with an extra flourish towards @Pahi Oki
. Glowing light blue at the end of the conference table is an open rift, and the face of Setnaja looking on from within. Clotho speaks. "I took the liberty of contacting him in anticipation. I'm glad you didn't wait too long. Time ticks....or does it? HAHAHhahhhah...."
Setnaja clears his throat, and Clotho shakes his head. "Yes, my friend. You're right. To business. Here!"
He uncovers a bundle in front of him, revealing a crude black book. "The object of Cynara's desire, and a worthless rag in comparison. Still, if you seek to unmake the Bleak Tome, which IS WISDOM..."
Clotho emphasizes this vigorously. Setnaja shakes his head, but offers no input. "...then this book gives you the recipe."
He slides the book to @Gaspard Gillead
. "@Dominic Skodati is carrying enough book for one man, no?"
The other man nods at you. "I am Eloros the Scribe. I sit on the Guild council. Menelaus has asked me to aid you in sorting out what can be done. Tell me. What are your intentions with the Tome you carry?"
Setnaja cuts in. "I respect the Legion's desire to dispose of this book. I could not convince the Legion's leadership to allow me to pore over it before its destruction. Vielar wouldn't hear of it either. It is, however, in your hands. Allow me a short time with the book. Once I have finished my study, I will return it to you and help you destroy it properly. This is not a command, but a request. Will you lend me the Tome?"