Wesley received a letter from Thiramin.  Nobility in area have familial artifacts that have been absconded with. 

The meeting point was the Fox’s Hound.  The nobles, the concerned council, are paying for our teleportation there. 

The others argued over a woman named Shirley.  The bartender delivered some drinks.  I was not thirsty, but I ordered a lukewarm tap water to appear normal and fit in. 

A group of finer looking people entered the bar and seated themselves.  One of them, Jonjon Johnson, said his father was a great public speaker.  A quill that he used to write speeches with was stolen.  Another woman was missing an engagement ring from her late husband.  A man that used to be a battle chef was missing his finest cleaver. 

We heard commotion as a group of people came in to hold up the bar.  That was their last mistake.  Even the one that begged for his life was dispatched. 

A tabaxi ran out the door.  We gave chase and somehow ended up in the feywild.  The tabaxi ran into a library.  Inside we found an owl that had used cats to collect various items.  We killed the owl, all but one of the cats, and collected quite a few magic items. 

The nobles paid our return trip to Springreach.