The following morning they decided to go see the banshee first, so they went in the woods, following the Triboar Trail, passing the abandoned town of Conyberry, according to the directions of Sister Garaele. Unfortunately they had to fight not one, but two goblin patrols along the way.
They reached the place in the forest that was supposed to be the banshee’s lair. There were heavy vines and thick layers of moss that draped the branches, and the air was noticeably colder than before. Warped branches of trees, all close together, made out the shape of a shelter, with a door.
The group went inside, Even and Morgan leading the way. The placed looked vaguely like a home, sparsely furnished with chests, shelves, a table, and a reclined couch, all of it very old. Shortly after, the air grew cold, and a powerful feeling of dread gripped everybody. A pale light flicked in the air, taking on the form of a female elf, her hair and robes waving in a spectral wind. A hateful expression twisted her features
<<Foolish mortals, what do you want here? Do you not know it is death to seek me out?>> she said, in a dreadful spectral voice.
Even took the lead on this one, he told her she was beautiful and gently asked her for help, and gave her the silver comb.
<<Very well. Ask me one question, and I will give you an answer>>.
<<We want to know about Bowgentle's spellbook>>
<<I traded the book to a necromancer named Tsernoth from the city of Iriaebor more than a hundred years ago. I do not know what became of the book afterward.>> Her face was truthful but her features became distorted shortly after. <<Now there is something else I need. I am lonely, I seek some company>>
Even answered <<I can be company for you>>
<<Very well, then>>. And a sudden cold pervaded the space, the banshee kissed him and disappeared and the cleric suddenly fell on the ground.
Like the bunch of selfish people they were, the started searching their friend’s body for stuff to keep and then they walked out and dug a hole in the ground to leave the body to rest, while the bard sang a sad song.
The group went back to Phandalin, this time fortunately with no random encounters along the way. They went back to talk to the nun and gave her the information she requested.
She privately talked to the paladin and the bard and revealed them that she is part of the Harpers, a semi-secret organization dedicated to promoting good, preserving history (including art and music of old), and maintaining a balance between civilization and nature by keeping kingdoms small and the destruction of animal and plant life to a minimum. Harpers gather information across Faerûn, discerning the political dynamics within each region or realm, and promoting fairness and equality by covert means. Members of the order oppose tyranny—as well as any leader, government, or group that grows powerful enough to threaten tyranny. They aid the weak, the poor, and the oppressed while maintaining the order’s legendary secrecy, acting openly only as a last resort. Harper agents adhere to a strict Code of the Harpers.
She asked the two member of the party to join the Harpers. The paladin gladly accepted but the bard was not the right person for it.
The adventurers decided then to pursue the Redbrand in their hideout, that was clearly at the abandoned Tresendar Manor. They spent another night at the Inn to recovery their full energy