Fools Take the High Road

You rip open the satchel and dump out its contents, most of it useless possessions belonging to a life unfit for living. All you care for is intelligence and information. Poems? Fuel for the fire. A lock of hair? More fuel for the fire. Come to think of it, most of your wretched kins' lifestyles are fit for the fire... It is then among all the sheaves of poetry that you find something of interest, what looks like a poem but the meter is obviously wrong. Someone tried to code a message. You cannot break the code, but believe you know one who can. A sorceress by the name of Tressa Vashas left you with great wisdom in Chrace. Hers is a wisdom you can rely on.

Find Tressa Vashas.