"Lost someone? That's sad, very sad. Isn't it sad Montaron?" Xzar's tone is grandiose, and it's not hard to pick up the lack of complete sincerity. Montaron, on the other hand, seems bored as he replies "Yes, very sad Xzar." Xzar tugs one of the potions out of his bag and passes it to Sam, smile plastered across his face. "Ah but the Friendly Arm you say? No, no, you don't want to go there. You should go south. With us! You all look very..." He passes his eyes over the group in an exaggerated assessment, "powerful. My comrade and I are investigating the iron crisis. Have you heard? Up and down the sword coast. Oh it's awful. So awful. Weapons and tools just falling apart in people's hands. Some of our colleagues are worried about who's behind it...and who's getting the blame. Might you accompany us? In payment for the potions that is."


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