it was mid day when a daring assault and theft occurred, one of our supply merchants, bringing in goods of food and warm clothing and bedding to the citizens, was attacked and robbed. he was left concussed with a dead horse to report the crime to the watch and port authority both.

the crime was investigated by two port authority officers and two adventurers willing to lend their aide. what lead to a simple bit of an extortion gang, well armed and armored, and quickly grew into a street fight. while the thugs were knocked unconscious for arrest, a runner was pursuit by a member of the party, who tracked them back to a warehouse where this mystery deepens.

the elusive father, burned his running stooge to ash and started to set fire to the captured goods. though tow members of the party attempted to restrain and stop the one called father, he managed to somehow deflect a crossbow bolt without touching it and teleport away soon after to parts unknown. a rough description was made by the party member in question when debriefed by the port authority.

who is this father? what does he want? why is he trying to stop or delay the city from recovering? no one knows right now, there are so many questions and not enough answers.