The Friends of the Lantern were a middling adventuring band, which is to say they had survived their forays and gained both a name and some moderate wealth. If that success put them below the exalted standing of nobles and guildmasters, it also put them well ahead of 90% of their adventuring peers. All with far less responsibility than any lord or guildmaster had to live with.

Unfortunately, their last job in the city went… poorly. An exit was in order, and it was considered best to move somewhere beyond the easy reach of assassins from the Sisterhood of Sleep.

Fortunately, some of their early jobs had taken place in and around a minor dwarven vault of Azen Mora. They had made friends there, and even then it was widely spoken that the mines were not producing what they once did. Their gnome spellscout Jhibli knew enough of dwarves to know what must come next. Loath to abandon so many decades of investment and home, the dwarves would venture deeper yet in their search for the earth's treasures. And when they did, he knew that outsiders might find welcome among the delvers, vault-guards, and vermin-hunters of the Oathsworn caste.

Jhibli was right. With a shrinking population, quarters in the lower level's Oathsworn sector were not hard to come by. If they aren't palatial, they're a sight better than many an inn the Lanterns have seen. And the job? Same as it always was.

Hey, it's a living.