You all are gathered into the meeting hall above the cafeteria a small, weaselly looking fellow with bad hygiene and filthy clothing takes the stage. He ignores the podium and stands, slightly slouched, hands in his pockets, and eyes the lot of you - the spiderthing doing the knitting, the guy with mold on his finger, the half broken Construct surrounded by Gnomes, the sharkthing, the baker's assistant ... He does not look impressed.
We~eellll. He says, after a time.
Guess you guys are it, then.
I've seen worse.
An officers walks up to him, and hands him a sheaf of papers, which he tosses onto the podium. A couple of the sheets fall onto the stage and are ignored. The officer leaves by the side door through which she came in.
We got a situation, see? trouble brewing, mkay? So we need to stamp down before this little cinder becomes a con-fla-grashun.
So, here's the thing. Bassoom City. It's a biggun' and real important-like, or so they say. Got a harbor and some really big roads going in and out. Lots of people from all over the Kingdom, and lots of people from other places, too. So, you know it's gonna be a real mess already. Cities usually are.
Problem is, this one, the mess is getting a little big. taking on a life of it's own, see? Making trouble. Organizing.
Someone real important got offed. Can't have that kind of thing. Oh, a response has been sent, that's not for you lot. But it drew the attention of the Queen, and She wants a little housekeeping done, 'kay?
So the thing is, we've settled on a mark. Not the biggest fish in the barrel, but a right ugly one, innit?
And the right bastard uses the least and lowest to do his bidding. So we're gonna help those weak and low ones. We're on a charity mission, right? A charity mission of murder.
He seems to think this is hilarious, and he laughs for thirty seconds, slapping his knee and doubling over. if you haven't already, you are beginning to doubt that this guy is anything more than another loopy inmate, impersonating an officer.
So we gotta go in, get cozy with this bastard, make all nice, and then POW! D. E. D. Dead. Right?
Questions?