Tarbaw Nighthill

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Tarbaw Nighthill Lord Tarbaw Nighthill is the Governor of the small town known as the Greenest, located in the western Heartlands in Faerun. He is noble, sixty some-odd winters old, and when the adventurers first see him, the man is obviously wounded, but still in command, rounding his troops in the Green Keep. Nighthill's face and head are bandaged, his sky-blue silk tunic stained with his own blood, but the man hardly seems to notice as he paces back and forth on the battlements, barking orders. He is relieved when a small group of brave adventurers come to the aid of the town, even if they consist of an inexperienced human boy apprentice mage, an over-the-hill dwarf paladin, a human sellsword, and a she-elf ranger with less than half a quiver of arrows left. Lord Nighthill shakes his fist as the great blue wyrm Lennithon roars past overhead, its dragonfear and innate magic causing the very stone walls of the castle to shake from its mighty wings. Smoke and flames from the town rise into the night sky, accompanied by the screams of the Dragon Cult's victims. He offers the weary travelers what hospitality of his hall he can, a quick meal and an hour's rest, before asking a dangerous mission of them:

"I'd give my eye's teeth to the Nine Hells to know what we're up against, and why. For that, we need prisoners to question.  A captain or commander is best for that, I think.   Here is the key to the old secret passageway in the dungeons.  'Twas built by dwarves when they laid the foundations of the castle.  You'll have to find the entrance, it hasn't been used in many years.  Good Escobert will show you the way."

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