Whispering Blade Chapterhouse Access

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General
You must have completed Quest 1 and Quest 2 in order to begin this quest.

Items

 * [[Image:Ring of the Summoning Adepts Icon.png]] Ring of the Summoning Adepts
 * [[Image:Untranslated Bound Falatacot Fragment Icon.png]] Untranslated Bound Falatacot Fragment
 * [[Image:Translated Bound Falatacot Fragment Icon.png]] Translated Bound Falatacot Fragment
 * [[Image:Ring of the Whispering Blade Icon.png]] Ring of the Whispering Blade

Lore & Dialog
Harkwull the Discreet tells you, "Ah, excellent... I have been looking for a person of your obvious skill who is loyal to Queen Elysa and the good folk of Silyun... as well as another organization. I seek someone of skill and daring to infiltrate the Summoning Chamber of Count Dardante,, King Varicci's chief thaumaturgical counselor." Harkwull the Discreet tells you, "You must journey to Sanamar, to the Royal Hall itself, and find the portal to Dardante's Workshop. In there, you must find a way to gain access to his Summoning Chamber, and find what information you can from the spirits that the Count binds and torments there.  Bring me what you find, and I will further initiate you into the mysteries of the Whispering Blade." Harkwull the Discreet tells you, "I must also warn you that if you have made it this far into our confidence and are thinking of making use of those unscrupulous "plumbers" to erase your record of service... Well, suffice it to say, royal archives can be pillaged, but the Whispering Blade does not forget its own."

The Bound Falatacot speaks within your mind: "You will serve, man-thing.  I had not looked to see another in here, and I can tell you are not one of the minions of the overreaching fool Dardante.  Slay me, man-thing, and release me from my torment.  I will grant you the knowledge you seek.  Be warned, I shall fight back when you attack.  The code of my people demands that I go to meet oblivion with blood on my hands and my head unbowed by submission.  You split Bound Falatacot apart! The tormented Falatacot sighs gratefully as you discorporate the shell he had been bound into.  "Thank you, man-thing..."