The tiefling to whom I showed mercy was not particularly grateful for the kindness and did not willing share any information with me or my new associates at first. However, some fancy words and slick talking on the part of the deva, I believe his name to be Arandur, was able to work some useful information out of him with time. It appears that the spirits still in my body at the time of this conflict have clouded my memory of the events so they are not as clear as they should be. I particularly have a difficult time recalling if this conversation between the deva and the assassin took place in the alley where we caught the assassin’s, at The Gryphon Nest or at Moryn the blacksmith’s shop, but my fellow adventurers remind me it was at the blacksmith shop.
The assassin babbled on about Asmodeus smiting us, some temple with a bright spire rising again and being consecrated with the ashes of the sons of Arkosia. Will this circle of violence between tiefling and dragonborn never cease? He also threatened us that Varsod would punish us with the curses of Malsheem, which according to deva is a citadel located on Nessus. Finally he mentioned something about a Throne of Anguish, but before much more could be said he looked up towards the ceiling and his head exploded. Apparently his god is not a gracious god.
Moments after the tiefling was smitten/smote/exploded other Horn of Geryon members burst into the room. Moryn, the blacksmith, and Theya proved to be more of an obstacle than asset during the fighting that ensued. We were eventually victorious in the conflict, but not before nearly loosing Perion to a flaming death.
After the conflict both Theya and Moryn decided that Tyrrn was no longer a safe place for them to stay, so they headed out to an undisclosed location. A conversation with Iotir also convinced him that his life was in danger, so he followed Theya and Moryn in leaving for an undisclosed location.
It seems like the next logical move is to investigate the old Temple of Asmodeus which was mentioned by the tiefling assassin before his god so viciously punished his talkative mouth.
The excitement of the evening reminded me of how it felt to adventure with my brother. I think perhaps it is time to stop drowning in the regrets of my past decisions and instead serve my penance for those mistakes by working to eradicate this growing evil from Tyrrn