11

When the magic fades and the sea breeze has taken a little of the burning smell away, Halos and the other denizens of the docks are grateful for your help. The cultists are becoming a real problem, they tell you, as though they were describing an infestation of rats or cockroaches. Halos jokes that he should start advertising his fish as a two-for-one deal: a tasty treat and a handy tool for self-defense!

Unfortunately, although you’ve made a small dent in Dock Town’s Venatori population, you’re no closer to finding out what might have happened to Neve. The people crowding around you are eager to help, but they’ve seen as much of her as Halos has—which is to say, nothing lately.

You extricate yourself as gently as possible from the crowd and decide to try another tactic.