Although the other Priestesses would not help uncover clues about the heretical cult of Ghaunadaur, Tristana had, after all, been involved in the investigation at the Breath of Tonnigat from the very beginning.
From the information they learned while watching the high-ranking Priestesses forcibly summon souls through necromantic magic, the two finally had something to go on instead of wandering aimlessly around the Commoners' District.
"You're saying those Half-Drow Mercenaries were recruited as worshippers here?" Renato lowered his head to look at the abstract shapes Tristana had scratched into the ground with a stone. His mouth twitched. "Don't you have a map of Samoriel City?"
"Who uses a map to find their way around the city?" The young Cleric scratched her white hair in irritation. "Never mind. You're not a resident of Sammoril, after all... just follow me when we leave."
She tossed away the stone and dusted off her hands.
"The place we're going is called the Gray Zone. It's in the middle of the city, a long way from the West Wall, where our family is based."
"The Gray Zone is Samoriel City's largest marketplace, as well as a gathering place for exiles of other races, lunatics, and criminals. Schemes, poisons, rumors, Mercenaries... whatever you want, someone in the Gray Zone sells it."
It was a long journey, so Tristana chose not to walk. They passed through the streets and alleys to the Nightwind Family's beast pens near the western shore of Lake Tonnigat.
They were called beast pens, but the place was actually a small stone fort garrisoned by several family soldiers, much like the Deepforge Tribe's hideout Renato had seen before.
Renato stood in the open space outside the pens and gazed toward the Underground Lake nearby.
Lake Tonnigat was not particularly large. Judging by the