Salt Hyms and Tidewelcoming

Biscuit says to Keldran: "Relax, buddy." And then hands him a flask of fine halfling whiskey.

One of the acolytes, Aletha, who is also a sea elf, says, "These are clan Eldra. Coraum is their leader. Perhaps he is here in response to the attack..."

Coraum walks over to Aletha. They speak in the elven tounge.

"Thar Thil. Sar e Alet lor nae var. Sharti nha viaren lian?" says the one she called Coraum.

Aletha sees Mole nearby and says, "He says he came as fast as he could. He heard from the Briners that there was trouble."

The Elf steps forward and addresses Mole, "Greetings. I am Coreum, I come recently from Driftwood Isle. We saw the Lighthouse Beacon at midday as we eradicated a nest of Jetty Creepers. Odd that they were in such numbers and now this. The Sahuagin are bold at night, but at midday? Tis odd indeed."

"Bromrig...eh, Mole. We have increasingly seen something peculiar about these Jetty Creepers and Sahuagin. Something has incited them. They are normally found beneath the waves. The Creepers tend to form about the deepest parts of outcroppings, never coming ashore. They are often frightened when confronted in number."

"Also, there is one other thing...the ichor. A yellowish puss like substance. This ichor is more than just a blight, we have never seen its like before and we fear it is driving these creatures mad," says Coreum.

Biscuit: "Is there anything that isn’t going to come out of the water?" He follows Keldran.

All three adventurers watch with interest as Coreum reaches into a pouch and pulls out three white coral necklaces.

"You will need to find Mother Hush. These will aid you in your search. We are grateful you fended off the Sahuagin. I'm afraid our work is not done on Driftwood Isle, we must return and find the nest of Jetty Creepers to keep them from heading over here," he says and hands you the coral necklaces.

"Find the Path Unseen and you will find Mother Hush," with that he calls his men to the Bloomspire Jetty and they move with a sudden quickness. They are soon out of sight.

Biscuit: "We never got a chance to look. The sea elves caught my attention."

Aletha looks at Mole, Biscuit and Keldran.
"Let me explain...the Whale Riders are as you might say...xenophobic. They keep to themselves, but they patrol the waters here and Fathom Bay in general. They fought a Kraken once...or so the story goes."

"The Coral Queen, is an ancient legend. There are ruins south of here that are said to have belonged to the Coral Queen who waited for her King to return from a famous battle with the Sahuagin King Sharma. He never returned and though she waited till her last breath, she died alone and broken hearted. Such are the lengends of the sea folk."

"The Path Unseen may be found at the bottom of the drop off into open ocean. Our human divers have never been that deep. And lately, the deeper they swim, the more likely it is they will lose a sense of who they are as their memories become lost. Sibba is one such, though she is kind hearted. The Whale Rider gave you a precious gift. These coral necklaces will allow you to swim as deep as any sea elf. You will not need to surface for air. These are rare and well guarded. They seem to know who to trust and who not to. It is something we have yet to uderstand about their kin."

"We did not find Brother Rell, but one of the children said she saw him walking into the waves. She said he looked as if he were praying. I have no idea where he could have gone. Perhaps he has gone to seek Mother Hush. Will you help us find him? As the only two priests of the shrine, we are needed here as you can see. The people need hope."

Aletha looks at you with a hint of desperation in her eye. Dark clouds gather on the Bayward horizon and the wind picks up causing leaves to flutter in the air around you. The smell of sea and sand fill your nostrils.

Biscuit: "I offer my services."

"Mole...I don't believe he is in his right mind. He may have heeded the call of something...sinister. If you can help, I have only gratitude for you, but with that comes respect and honor. That may not mean much to a stout Dwarf such as you, but it is all I can offer. Do as you will Mole. You are already a hero in my mind," says Aletha.

Biscuit: "I know you have it in you, Mole. These people need help, so help them we must."