The party members who choose to go are disarmed and escorted into the Constable's tower and up to one of the upper floors, where the walls are hung with bright tapestries and the floor is littered with dirty rushes. Constable Tren, a tall blond man with grey eyes and a powerful build, is sitting at a heavy oaken table, listlessly toying with some papers. He rises and smiles tightly when you enter. "So, you are mercenaries, yes? I have work for you here, if you will take it. That rebellious dog, Randal Morn, has some sorcerer working for him, killing innocent women and children with some foul disease. He's trying to. . ." He hesitates, then continues.

"Well, really, the politics of it are surely beyond you, but it is worth a thousand gold to each of you if you go to the temple of Lathander and rid me—and the town of Dagger Falls, of course—of the things in that foul crypt. Oh, and if you know of any of Randal's men, there's a bonus for each one you capture. Unless you have questions, Marrakt will see you out."