The innkeeper sat at the table in the secret cellar of the inn amongst a pile of books and journals filled with notes. Her brain swam with the information she had been reading most of the night. She wished she had paid more attention to the old man while he had been around. Who would have ever believed that his ranting that they had all chalked up to craziness was actually true?
Suddenly a thought occurred to her and she began to look through the stack of journals, flipping through the pages until she found what she was looking for. She hurriedly packed a bag; it was time to use some of those favors Farengar owed her.