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.

unimpeded, with no one daring to

the ease with which they navigated through the sect’s

room at the back of the establishment. Inside,

hearing someone enter, the middle-aged man looked up, his expression one of surprise. “Moses, what brings you here? Please, take a seat,” he greeted warmly, rising

brought some friends with me. We’re

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

Jared, Trystan, and

While I may not know everything about the Ethereal Realm, my knowledge of the southern region is

introduce Mr. Sawyer, who’s responsible for gathering intelligence within Pathfinder Sect. He’s an invaluable resource

I’m

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