Greetings,

Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Eugene Castile. I'm a clergyman of Mystra, and a member of the Society of the Ordered Mind. While I adore your shop of Magical Trinkets, I must implore you to cease selling those terrible keys to the Sleeping Pyrimo Inn. Every citizen that purchases one represents the possibility of a new thrall belonging to Intryzz that may step foot in the city under that terrible creature's sway.

For the sake of Sanctuary good sir, I request that you destroy those damnable keys as soon as possible. If some other arrangement must be made, I would like to discuss any means possible to remove every key you have in your possession.

-Eugene Castile, Society of the Ordered Mind.

A curiously scented letter arrives for Eugene, hand delivered by a freshly cleaned goblin with a exquisitely sumptuous cravat and silken suit, the parchment is thick and creamy, the ink alternatively that of the juice of the purple underlotus, crushed obsidian, and gold ink melted down from the crown of the long-dead and forgotten ruler Koraeus Klet.

Ordinant Eugene,

My little shop is a nexus in which the underworld's curiosities and peculiar objects flow and pass from origin to destination. It is my solemn duty not to obstruct this flow, but to facilitate it. The objects in question are not themselves dangerous, but rather simply allow passage to a place of interest. Those who are determined to poison their mind with an illithid's presence would succeed at finding this place regardless of whether a key was made available or not at my little shop.

I would be greatly surprised if you yourself, and the other ordinants of your Society, did not choose to carry with you these keys. Your crusade is worthy, but I am afraid I will continue to make these keys available to those who desire them.

Reduskan Perduskan Loxitan the Elder Curio Shop

A flustered, flabbergasted Society Ordinant with a high pitched voice greets the goblin with suspicion and distrust. After going to excessive length to prod at the back of the goblin's head, mistaking several bumps and bruises for perceived implants, he reluctantly takes the letter. With widened eyes, and thin, pursed lips - he gets out a list entitled: SUSPECTED ILLITHID THRALLS. Re-reading the Curio Shop Owner's name several times, he scribbles the name onto the list.

Dear Reduskan Perduskan Loxitan the Elder,

I'd like to meet with you, and perhaps purchase that delightful blue fungus you have for sale. I'm hoping you can make time in your busy schedule to discuss some private concerns I have with your shop in person.

Should you be willing to make some time for me, I would be more than pleased to bless your fine shop in the name of Mystra, and even take confession free of charge as well.

Cordially, Ordinant Eugene Castile.

As Reduskan soaks naked in his ornate, copper bathtub filled with refreshing mineral water, exotic soaps, salts, and scents, he instructs his goblin man-servant to inform the dear boy Eugene that he'd be glad to receive him whenever it would be convenient for him to do so.