The lieutenant nodded. "You're new to the area, so you wouldn't be as aware of them as the rest of us. The Iron Feathers are a local crime syndicate that operates out of the rough quarter of Veyranstown. They operate a protection racket, and likely a few other things. We've been having trouble with them for months now, trying to root them out. But they're slippery, and a lot of people are too afraid to help us."
The lieutenant picked up the key and opened up the captain's chest. He opened it up and blinked at the contents inside. "Well, now. Geoffrey, it seems your instincts were right on." Parnassus turned it around so the rest of the team could get a look at the contents: Sack after small sack, and when he opened one, gold coins poured out. They were golden dragons which bore the mark of Crannogh Heights and Nessene, not an uncommon thing given how frequently money changed hands in the shipping trade.
One sack after another, though, they found gold coins bearing the markings of other, less common countries from the continent of Ashra: Samael's Lands, Korleen, Vayne...even Istus. The lieutenant leaned back with a sigh. "Well, that clinches it. If he was just routing trade solely from Crannogh Heights like he was supposed to, there wouldn't be as much variation in his coinage. No, I think you're all on the right track with this angle. The Iron Feathers paid him to bring dangerous contraband here. They may have paid others similarly. That's my guess right now, but the fact is, I don't have the time or the resources to pursue it myself." He closed the lid on the treasure chest and gave the others a steely stare. "All right, rookies...I'm giving you a new job. Find the Iron Feathers Syndicate and get ready to shut them down. Maybe you can do what my team and I haven't been able to for months now. Get a hold of me via a callbox before you go charging in, and I'll make it worth your while."