A Man Like None Other

Accompanied by Moses, Jared and his companions made their way to a place in Pathfinder Sect known for selling valuable intelligence.

The area was bustling with activity, with numerous individuals queued up for information. While Jared’s group had an appointment scheduled for later in the afternoon, Moses’s influence allowed them to gain swift access.

“Mr. Sutton, what brings you here?” a Pathfinder Sect member inquired, surprised by Moses’ unexpected appearance.

“I’ve come with some friends to inquire about something. Is Mr. Sawyer available?” Moses responded calmly.

“He’s in the room at the back,” the sect member confirmed with a nod.

Acknowledging the information with a slight nod, Moses gestured for Jared and the others to follow him as they proceeded toward the rear of the establishment.

with no one

help but marvel at the ease with which they navigated through the sect’s premises, recognizing the significant

led Jared and the others to a secluded room at the back of the establishment. Inside, they found a middle-aged man with a slight frame, dressed in humble, coarse linen, absorbed in

hearing someone enter, the middle-aged man looked up, his expression one of surprise. “Moses, what brings

I’ve brought some friends with me. We’re in need of your expertise,” Moses

then that the unassuming man before him was none other than Dillon Sawyer, an esteemed elder of Pathfinder Sect. It was known that elders of the sect

Trystan, and the others, nodded in

about anything. While I may not know everything about the Ethereal Realm, my

gathering intelligence within Pathfinder Sect. He’s an invaluable resource for any inquiries you

attention to Dillon. “Mr. Sawyer, I’m curious about the

Palace is said to have a history spanning thousands of years. It vanished without a trace until approximately six months ago when it reappeared