Jarish walked down the twisting alleyway, clutching his thin cloak tighter to his narrow shoulders. The gods above and below must've sent the wind to creep into his bones, it was the only way he could explain how it found him in this maze of buildings, streets and alleys. He was stepping over some debris that was scattered before him when a large shadow detached itself from a darkened doorway and pushed him roughly against the wall.
"Hey, wha-?" stammered Jarish through chattering teeth
"Evening, Jarish. A bit cold to be out this late, isn't it?"
The face came into the feeble moonlight, but Jarish knew who it was before that. That lantern jaw, the fierce black moustache that hung past the corners of the mouth, Miltiades leaned toward the smaller man, one hand bunched up with Jarish's cloak and tunic and the other one calmly resting on the hilt of his broad sword.
"Mil... Miltiades, my favorite watch captain! And how are you this eve?" Jarish was able to squeak out.
"I'm doing poorly, Jarish. Seems there was a murder last night, behind your tavern of choice, the "Maiden and the Sea". I don't like murder, even here in Dock Ward." growled Miltiades. "I was wondering what you knew about it, seeing as how you were there at the bar that night."
"Ah, well, I remember the skirt. She was auburn haired, an adventurer, right? Seemed to know her way around her blades, she did. She was saying she was on a courier mission down to Baldur's Gate. Was to leave on this morning's tide, she was." Jarish replied, a bit more confidently.
"Well, Carmen her name is, won't be leaving for anywhere but a grave now. Her courier pouch, with the Cassalanter crest was found on her, empty. As well as this..." And with that, Miltiades handed over a lead disk, 2 inches across. "Know anything of this?"
Even in the poor moonlight, Miltiades could see Jarish pale in fear, his hand beginning to shake as he held the disk. "That's... That's of the League of Night and Fog..." he croaked.
"Tell me, Jarish. Tell me what you know of them." Miltiades commanded.
Jarish swallowed, his eyes dancing nervously around the alleyway. "That trouble you had last year? With the Zhentarim smugglers? The League will make them seem as fond memories. At least with the Zhents, y'know where their home is, Zhentil Keep or Citadel of the Raven, right? With the League, they have no home. They creep up on you like the night and before you know it, their deed is done and they disappear like fog. They left the disk on her forehead, didn't they?"
"Aye, with some stuff I've heard called a "living web". Don't hardly find it around here." Miltiades took the disk back, straightening up and letting go of his hold on Jarish, who seemed to cower against the bare brick wall.
"I know where you could find more of that web, I think it was left to goad you into following those that killed the girl. That stuff grows in caverns and the only caverns I know of around here, in the Dock Ward, are... Skullport."
Upon hearing those words, Miltiades eyes bore into Jarish's and grew grim.