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.

path remained unimpeded, with no

which they navigated through the

a secluded room at the back of the establishment. Inside, they

up, his expression one of surprise. “Moses, what brings you here? Please, take a seat,” he

friends with me. We’re in need of your expertise,” Moses

him was none other than Dillon Sawyer, an esteemed elder of Pathfinder Sect. It was known that elders of the sect enjoyed considerable wealth and prestige, yet Dillon’s appearance contradicted this notion, his attire suggesting a life of austerity

Trystan, and the others, nodded in

to inquire about anything. While I may not know everything about the Ethereal Realm, my knowledge of the southern region is comprehensive,” he

Pathfinder Sect. He’s an invaluable resource for any inquiries you may have,” Moses introduced Jared

in acknowledgment before turning his attention to Dillon. “Mr. Sawyer, I’m curious about the Lunarius Palace. Are you familiar

with a nod. “The Lunarius Palace is said to have a history spanning thousands of years. It vanished without a trace