Divine Journey

Redram entered the room and locked the door behind him. "Good day, sir. I apologize for intruding on you at such a late hour, but I desperately need your help," Hostor said, frowning in distress, and sat down on a free chair. "My group and I went hunting in the Black Forest for a hydra. You must know about it. But at the last moment, when the monster was defeated and we were collecting evidence – the creature's eyes – we were attacked by a group of people. Some vagrants, completely unlike decent people. We had to scatter and retreat. I fear that the accomplices of those people are also in the city, and soon their team will want to prove that they killed the hydra. And I am a danger to them, because I can accuse them of the attack!" The mage angrily hit his fist on his knee. "You are our only hope, sir. You are a local, well-known person; you will not attract attention. I beg you – take the eyes and this letter to the 'White Ravens,' and give it to someone who can sort things out. When you return with the reward, I will give you two hundred gold. I implore you!"