…a mysterious message…

I don’t know where else to turn.  I understand that you have been able to find things no one else has been able to and although I and my colleagues have been dismissive of your profession in the past, we find ourselves desperate and humbly ask for your help.

My deplorable  pride has gotten the better of me and allowed me to fall for the false promises of a truly unscrupulous and evil man.  He hired us to find a particular Artifact, one that had been rumored a myth, impossible to find.  However, I, in my blind pride, assured him that my team could find anything, even this Reylian Orb of which he was so desirous.

I was wrong.

Now, half of my team is dead.  The other half are so exhausted they may welcome death if they are pushed any further.  And our employer gives us no respite.  If we do not produce the Reylian Orb by the time he arrives, he will feed us to the Rysusi, of that I am certain.
Please, Miss T’Kayn, I ask–no, I beg of you–please help us.  If not for me, for my team, who never deserved this.

Professor Darran Cass

Books, Diranda Alexandra T'Kayn, Reylian Orb