[Indemaijinj]

Y'know, sometimes that Robin Hood instinct just gets hold of you and you say "Hey, lets go loot some of those homes in that awful stuffy Govt. District. It looks like it deserves some pruning."

And so you do. Unfortunately you are bound to get a bit dissapointed. After you relieve that silly old Tolgerias of a ring he shouldn't be messing with anyways it becomes kinda dull. So you decide to do some door to door charity collection.

Unfortunately there aren't that many interesting doors and none rivals what a carefree jaunt through the Docks or the Bridge district could amount to.

Then your eye cathes that awful big house that Anomen's crazy dad inhabits. A shame he lives in such a big house when he only leaves the kitchen to restock at the nearest wine-cellar or attendcertain bodily functions.

"Shouldn't we try to see what this undiscovered gem has to discover of facets," you mutter to yourself as you discover an innocious-looking back door. You "knock" the door vigorously, but no one answers, and though your Flail of Ages might well be a minor artifact you decide that this is not the time to test it's durability. Afterall ancient magic items usually don't come with any warranty. Time to call the specialist.
Jan dons his fabulous techno gloves and begins to work the thing like it was his heart's desire. But apparantly the door does not respond to his advances.
Time to call on Lady d'Arnise's well-honed skills in defying the will of the amnian nobility. A couple of Knock spells and meddlesome cowled wizards later the back door still stands undaunted radiating pure defiance.

Of course a true hero would not give up now, but sometimes despair gets the upper hand. But what secrets does Pa Delryn's toolshed hide? The mystery still remains unsolved.