fixing plotholes, streamlining

npc/orenn.md

@@ -59,7 +59,7 @@ After closing the grievance, Sevra gave Corren's brass signet to Orenn as proof
 "Retired" was always a story Orenn told the world — and, on his gentler days, himself. The truth is buried behind a concealed door in the cellar, in the **[Deep Cellar](../location/deep-cellar.md)**: a hidden warren that is the couple's real workplace. They never stopped. They just moved the work downstairs and got quiet about it.
 
 - **The fortune.** Twenty years of expensive, discreet fixer work is stacked in the [Vault](../location/deep-cellar.md#the-vault-treasure-room) — well over 2,000 gp in coin, gems, and deeds. The modest life upstairs (their bedroom lockbox, 150 gp, two silver rings) is genuine and sentimental. The war-chest below is genuine and paranoid. Both are true. That contradiction *is* Orenn.
-- **The laboratory.** They still brew — the poisons and suppressants a fixer's trade runs on (the Guest's "trim dose" among them), working out of the den's leftover alembics and the anti-fiend odds and ends the summoners abandoned. The Veil Dust down there is the *previous owners'* research into working the thin point; Orenn and Mags kept it because it was valuable and occasionally useful on a job — not because they were watching anything. See the [Workroom](../location/deep-cellar.md#the-workroom-laboratory).
+- **The laboratory.** They still brew — the poisons and suppressants a fixer's trade runs on (the Guest's "trim dose" among them), working out of the den's leftover alembics and the anti-fiend odds and ends the summoners abandoned. Among those remnants is one precious dose of **Oil of Etherealness**, kept as emergency access to the far side rather than evidence that they understood or monitored the tear. See the [Workroom](../location/deep-cellar.md#the-workroom-laboratory).
 - **The Guest.** Their darkest ongoing secret: a **changeling** they captured eleven years ago and never released, held in a cell below and used as an off-book spy — most recently to infiltrate the **Order of Mending**. This is *how* Orenn was "investigating the cult." See **[the-guest.md](the-guest.md)**. Orenn told himself, and the Guest, that they'd let it go "eventually." Fifteen years of eventually. He died still meaning to.
 - **The Guest's predecessor** starved to death in the next cell when it stopped being useful ([Cell Two](../location/deep-cellar.md#cell-two--the-long-dead)). Orenn allowed that. The calm, courteous barkeep who treated every patron with respect was also a man who could keep a person in a cage for a decade and sleep — mostly — at night. The players may learn this. It should complicate how they grieve him.
 
@@ -69,7 +69,7 @@ Orenn was not a good man wearing a bad past. He was a genuinely kind man who had
 
 Xarrul killed Orenn with the full chain: **Brand of Spite** to mark him, **Visions of Spite** to freeze him in a hallucination of his own worst fear, then claws through a body that couldn't flinch. Against an unsuspecting, unresisting target with no allies to intervene, all three stages collapsed into seconds.
 
-The timing was the trick. Orenn had stepped down to storage for supplies just before the brawl broke — which is *why* it ran unchecked; with him gone there was no one to shut it down. He came back up to do exactly that, waded into the scrum, and caught a mundane knock (a bottle, a chair) that left him bruised and bleeding but very much alive. Then **Rennt's Thunderwave killed the candles** and the hall went black, and in that dark Xarrul jaunted partway into the Material Plane behind the bar, branded him, locked his mind, and struck — then retreated to the Ethereal before the lights came back. Total exposure: seconds. The expression on his face isn't surprise at death. It's the last frame of whatever Xarrul forced him to see.
+The timing was the trick. Orenn had stepped down to storage for supplies just before the brawl broke—which is *why* it ran unchecked; with him gone there was no one to shut it down. He came back up to do exactly that, waded into the scrum, and caught a mundane knock (a bottle, a chair) that left him bruised and bleeding but very much alive. Then **Rennt's Thunderwave killed the candles** and the hall went black. Xarrul spent the one Stored Incursion it had charged during the previous night: three Material rounds behind the bar to brand Orenn, lock his mind, and land the killing Multiattack before the charge dragged it back Ethereal as the lights returned. The expression on Orenn's face isn't surprise at death. It's the last frame of whatever Xarrul forced him to see.
 
 **He cannot be brought back.** Whatever the brand did, his soul is beyond reach — *Revivify*, *Raise Dead*, *Resurrection*, all of it finds nothing to hold. Mags burns a diamond proving it in [Act 2](../npc/mags.md#act-2--the-reveal-dm). This is permanent, and the module never softens it. (Leave the *reason* unspoken in play; it should feel wrong, not diagnosed.)
 
@@ -85,7 +85,7 @@ The timing was the trick. Orenn had stepped down to storage for supplies just be
 Orenn suspected something was wrong for weeks — but he was looking in the wrong direction, and he never once looked *down.* His whole career had trained him to think in people and factions, not in the thing sealed under his own floor, and the case on that was *closed.* What his surveillance actually turned up (all of it on the [case board](../location/deep-cellar.md#the-long-cut-central-corridor) in his old cellar ops-room) was a **district-wide** wrongness he read as an *underworld* problem:
 - People turning up dead or gone across the quarter in ways that didn't add up — some of it Thera's work, some of it he couldn't source at all
 - The Order of Mending meeting more often, more urgently — his strongest, realest lead, and the one that let him blame everything else on the cult
-- Patrons *changing* under his own roof — Bren's raving, Vetch chasing stronger dust — which he filed as recruits and addicts, not symptoms
+- Patrons and neighbours *changing* around his own roof — Bren's worsening ravings, repeated cold dreams, regulars who stopped returning — which he filed as recruits, marks and ordinary street attrition, not symptoms
 - A cold that had crept over the district these last weeks, dreams gone bad on the block, the corner's old unlucky name getting louder
 
 He didn't know about Xarrul, and he never connected any of it to the sealed rift beneath him. He thought the trouble was out in the city. He was preparing anyway — the holy water, silversheen, and warding chalk in the storage room were recent, nervous purchases, a fixer buying insurance against something not-human he could feel moving but couldn't name. The letter in Mags's apron was his contingency. He ran out of time, twenty feet above the answer.
@@ -96,4 +96,10 @@ He didn't know about Xarrul, and he never connected any of it to the sealed rift
 - A **plain black iron key**, heavier than the rest, that fits nothing upstairs. It opens the **[concealed door](../location/cellar.md#the-concealed-door)** to the Deep Cellar and the Arcane-locked [Vault](../location/deep-cellar.md#the-vault-treasure-room) below. Anyone who searches the body (DC 12 Investigation, or automatic if they loot him) finds it; recognizing what it opens is the mystery. The Guest, if reached, will happily point at it.
 - A **silver ring** (plain, matches one in the lockbox upstairs)
 - 12 gp, 8 sp in a belt pouch
-- A **small silver mirror** (not magical, but Orenn carried it out of habit — an old trick from somewhere in his career: hold up a mirror and a thing that shouldn't be there warps the reflection. He carried it for years and never quite expected to need it. DC 15 Perception while using the mirror in the cellar reveals faint distortions near the thin point.)
+- [**Orenn's silver mirror**](#orenns-silver-mirror), kept in his breast pocket
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+### Orenn's Silver Mirror
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+A small magic hand mirror in Orenn's breast pocket, found automatically by anyone who searches the body. While looking into it, a creature sees everything within the mirror's reflected field exactly as if under *See Invisibility*: invisible creatures and objects are visible, and creatures and objects on the Ethereal Plane appear ghostly and translucent.
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+The effect is permanent, requires no charges or attunement, and functions only through the reflection. It has no properties beyond *See Invisibility*. The mirror does not make an Ethereal subject Material or allow attacks or other effects to cross the planar boundary.