Previously On Reclaiming Orathos

The grief demon's dead, the Clapton's Hammer is cleansed, and Rufio's finally serving real soup! And good news — Lash isn't crawling to the underworld after all. She hauls herself back up dragging thirty pounds of strange hell-rock: pyroxene, baked by an ancient magma ocean, too tough to melt but perfect for crafting. Silithane even pays to bring her dead crab back to life. She swears she'll go first next time.

But the city's got a problem. Forty-seven people murdered in seven months — throats slit ear to ear into a grinning smile, every body drained of blood, dumped naked, and every single one refusing resurrection. They call him Smiling Sam. So Fenric, Magra and Silithane work the case: a fussy medical examiner, world-weary Detective Locke, and Wendell Weathers, a basement lunatic convinced the killer is a cabbage. No pattern. No leads. The killer even hides from divination.

But the madman's raving sparks an idea — scry the whole city until you hit the one spot you can't. That's your killer.

SUMMARY: Lash returns with hell-ore and a revived crab; the party takes up the Smiling Sam serial-killer case and realizes the killer can be found by divining the one place in the city magic can't reach.