The Ambassador's Secret

As unofficial guardsmen the adventurers carried out several small assignments for Cressida. And over the next few days they took a liking to both her company as well as the guards regiment.
Wholesome daily meals, a small payment, respect by their peers, and gratitude of desolate citizens in these troubled times.


Today a handsome man sits in Cressida office when she calls them in.
He bows deeply as he is introduced; Vencarlo Orisini, one of Korvosa's most respected and renowned teachers of the honorable arts of fencing and swordplay.

Cressida explains;
"Vencarlo has often come to me with news of important changes on the streets, and this is no different—indeed, what he’s learned could degrade into sanctions, embargos, or even war against Cheliax if we don’t act
now. This problem is a man named Darvayne Gios Amprei.
You might have heard of him—he’s an ambassador from Cheliax whose disdain for Korvosa is well documented, and yet he’s taken great pleasure in what our city has to offer.
Even before this recent unrest, this man was ready to recommend to his
government a sanction on trade, or perhaps even an embargo.
Vencarlo has learned through his own considerable sources that Ambassador Amprei’s actual goals are to undermine Korvosa’s economy to the point where he can buy up large portions of the city from desperate landholders and establish himself in a position of power here.
Whatever the ambassador’s reasons, we can’t let his bias or personal plans hurt Korvosa.
Yet neither can we take drastic action—not only would killing him be wrong, but it’d simply martyr him in Cheliax’s eyes.
Fortunately, Darvayne has his foiles.
Again, Vencarlo has learned that Ambassador Amprei has been making fairly regular visits to a place in Old Korvosa called Eel’s End.
This den of vice is run by a dangerous man named Devargo Barvasi, better known as the King of Spiders.
I’d love to put Barvasi out of business, but he pays his vice taxes regularly
and never causes any problems—in fact, since he keeps his business constrained entirely within the five ships moored at Eel’s End, he’s actually one of the least of my worries.
Truth be told, I can’t decide whether Devargo is a stirge or a kraken.
He seems like a bloodsucking pest most days, but sometimes I fear just how far his tentacles have wormed their way into our great city. In this case though, his insidious web stretching across Korvosa’s underworld might prove to our advantage.
I’d like you to pay a visit to Eel’s End and secure an audience with Devargo. Find out what he knows about Amprei, get proof of any illicit goings-on the ambassador might be involved with, and bring that proof to me to use to undermine any forthcoming attempts by him to get Cheliax to cut us off.
Devargo might not be willing to part with his information easily. I’ll supply you with some gold to bribe him, and whatever’s left over you can keep for yourself.
Remember: the man is dangerous, but so are you—if things get violent, I wouldn’t mourn his passing.