After the sergeant left them, Phaeral looked at Raddick with raised brows.
He recalled what Raddick had mentioned earlier, about a Sergeant Watson’s sister and a certain disagreement. He did not particularly want to speculate about had happened, exactly, though he could guess.
When the Constable appeared, Phaeral nodded.
“Yes, Constable. This is the creature we tracked from the ruined keep. It killed those people you told us about. Father Darrenson of the church of Heironeous was the one who originally engaged our services to look for a missing knight and holy relic of the church that he had been carrying. In our investigation, we found that a fiend named Worang and a Githyanki woman named Zarneve were conspiring with some tiefling bandits in the whole matter. This creature,” he said, pointing at the dead wolf fiend, “Was named Arzethel. He led a goblin band and was to meet Zarneve in an abandoned cathedral in the slums on the west side of town to give payment for the theft of the sword. The cathedral was once a chapel to a deity called Barlane, but now apparently was a hideout and meeting place for the githyanki.”
Phaeral paused. He knew it was a lot to digest at once.
“In any case, we dealt with Arzethel, the goblins, Zarneve, the githyanki, and the fiend Worang. We recovered the sword for the church, and hopefully Callenburg will be a little safer tonight.”