As it turns out, The curfew has had no impact on the tavern life at night.
Some are mercs, Some are con artists trying to sell their "Miracle Elixir" or "Mystical Legumes".
Most of them are just the typical scum.
These taverns are the places that the law doesn't dare touch. Such a nest of treachery would take more men than they have to extinguish.
If someone starts a fight in here, It echoes right into every crime lord's ear.
Some simply don't care about such small matters, But all you need is one enemy to make your life a whole hell of a lot harder.
I have since left the tavern only to be confronted by a very strange man, A tall fellow. He looks emaciated and extremely pale. He simply stands before me for what feels like hours before speaking in an almost whisper tone.
"Drak Jalin, In the days that pass, A man, Tall, Wise, But yet very foolish will come before you in search of your aid. You are to turn him away."
"What's in it for me if I do?"
"Why, You will not gain an enemy as powerful as the master, Of course."
"How would I even help him? I don't know you or your master. I think you're asking the wrong person here."
"THE JACK OF SHADES MUST NOT FIND THE SCROLL! THE SCROLL OF NECROSIS WHISPERS MUST BE RETU--rned---to---the---mast"
Shortly after ceasing to talk, The man shriveled up and turned to dust.
Typical minions, Always telling someone exactly what they aren't supposed to hear.
I guess "The Master" didn't like that, Seeing as his minion is now dust.
I've returned to the lighthouse island after a quick bit of research. The scroll of necrosis whispers is a piece of the puzzle to learning the language of the same name. Whoever wants this must be into some serious dark magic.
Currently it resides in the basement of a wealthy mage's mansion. Someone by the name of Alden Darocoff; Too bad it won't stay that way for long.
I walk into the lighthouse and see my old friend chatting with Shakala.
"Jack! I found what you're looking for. You up for a job? For old times' sake?"