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I walked into the Grand Lodge of Absalom for what must be my hundredth time. The sheer volume of activity that assaults my ears and eyes is almost overwhelming from the dozens of scattered tables filled with agents eating, drinking, and shouting. Many a time have I joined them, awaiting my next assignment or hiring help to get a job done for the Society, but not today.
No, today was different. Today was the beginning of a new way of doing things. I needed a group I could trust for the coming days, some say the last days as we know it. Times are changing, we can all feel it. Some even say the very fabric of the world we live in is about to change in only a few short months. I don't believe them, but the feeling is significant in the atmosphere. Either way, the challenges ahead may require the highest level of cooperation and trust that can really only be built by working together over time. Good thing I know some of the right people.
I walk from the door to the opposite side of the building and stand against the wall facing the throng of agents. Waiting for the majority to look away, I discreetly tap on one of the wall's loose boards while leaning back. Tap...Tap Tap...Tap. The board quickly flips, spinning over and back behind the wall, taking me with it.
In this new small room sits a single table lit by a single everburning torch. There are already a handful of others sitting at the table, discussing strategies for dividing up this special group of assembled agents. I take my seat at the table and join in the conversation, keen to express my pleasure of doing business with everyone present and my hope that we all see each other for many years to come. We've already lost many agents, let's hope our new group can watch each other's backs.
The First Meeting of the Venture Masters has begun.
The Grand Lodge never sleeps.