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Your adventure begins as you are led into a somewhat damaged shop. Discarded papers and debris have mostly been cleaned up, but the location has clearly been burglarized. As you are taken into the backrooms, you find several chairs positioned around a table.
"Would you like coffee, tea or any other refreshing beverage? Immaculate-Weaving-Under-Moonlight Nairaba and Kitsch will be with you shortly."
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Bramblespine slowly unfurls and rights themselves, raising up from what initially appeared to be a thorny rose bush into a rather thorny humanoid who's hands open up like petals on a rose while closed roses encircle their neck.
With a strongly arboreal voice, Bramblespine speaks. "I am Bramblespine. Once a guardian of Feathereyes' Maze, after nearly 200 years of service I have decided to commit a life to exploring The Universe, with the help of the Society for whom I have served for so long."
Bramblespine follows up by shaking their head politely. "No refreshments for me please."
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A small green goblin with red bulging eyes wearing an oversized dragon suit arrives, humming a musical piece while waving his composer staff in front of him. Behind him follows a humble opposum that seems to be on her own, but still following the goblin.
Once he meets the others, he begins introduction. "Greetingsh, fellow Pathfindersh! I am Griphook Ragnok," he says and picks up the opposum. "With me ish my new pet, Dimplesh! Ishn't she niche? Shay high to them!" he then waves the small paw of his pet.
"Tea ish good for me." he adds after he brings down the opposum to the ground to wander by herself.
The opposum rumbles a deep guttural sound before she is brought down by Griphook. She is wearing a nice red bow.
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A ghoran, a kobold, and a goblin walked into a shop... "I'm sure I've heard this joke somewhere," muses the dwarf with the unkempt red beard and bald head. He is dressed for exploration rather than the city and carries very few items besides his pack, a few medical supplies. A broad dagger stored in a sheathe at his side, and the well balanced axe in his hands that looks like it would be equally comfortable swung in one hand or two.
"My name is Lande." he says. (Pronounced just like land. Nobody knows whey there is an e at the end. Probably some bad translation from dwarven that got copied onto the official Pathfinder roster.)
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With a deep tanned skin the Shisk also is dressed for exploration rather than the city but he doesn't carry much besides his pack. No weapon are to be mentioned even if he has some bandage around his fists. On the other way he doesn't look like very strong. So why to try to use a weapon in this case? An armor can still be useful and his own one is well considered for the nature and water wandering.
Introducing himself like the others: We are Rinshu. Oh yes yes yes we are.
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Not dressed at all, and apparently unawares of socially appropriate behavior inside “someone’s home” - for indeed, the very idea of ownership over pieces of the land, while muchly normalized in civilized parts of the world, remains, from many other view points (including our hero’s), absolutely foreign! - a small mushroom of dark green color and indigo eyes wanders around the kitchen, and finding the coffee grinds used to prepare hot beverages for others, plants himself inside of it, soaking as like a humanoid plunging their feet into a cool pool of water…
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After a few minutes, a Mwangi man and an ysoki woman enter the room. The well-dressed man begins speaking immediately. "Hello Pathfinders! I’m Immaculate-Weaving- Under-Moonlight Nairaba, head of Procurement for the Society, and this is my counterpart, Kitsch, head of Supplies. We’re extremely sorry you’ve gotten pulled into this situation on short notice, but we have a bit of a problem, and we could use your help to resolve it. You see, while we were trying to set up trade with Ravounel, some extremely rude individuals calling themselves The Silver Devils decided to barge their way in here and wreck everything. They took some gold and a few valuables, but they’ve also stolen something whose true value they probably don’t know."
Her expression serious, Kitsch speaks up. "We suspect they stole it on accident, but what they got is a cipher that contains a lot of very important information. Society business partners, trade arrangements, shipping routes, and even all known entrances to the Maze of the Open Road. This could be extremely dangerous; if that cipher is decoded, especially by Chelaxian intelligence, the Pathfinder Society in the region could begin to suffer ‘setbacks’ and ‘accidents’ across the board. Obviously, we’d strongly prefer that this not happen. These Silver Devils clearly have ties to Cheliax."
"So, to get to the heart of the matter," Nairaba says, "we really need that cipher back. We’d like you to sneak into the enemy hideout, which we’ve discovered is in a cluster of buildings near the Salt Gate of Old Kintargo, and get it back."
Kitsch straightens up, lightly waving a hand to draw the attention back to herself. "I’d like to point something out. Based on our inquiries, the Silver Council is the best thing to happen to Kintargo since its founding, and these Silver Devils are a violent reactionary force looking to drag Ravounel back into the darkness of Chelaxian rule. While we wish for the cipher to be recovered successfully, please destroy it if you have no other choice. Our priority is that it not fall into the hands of Chelaxian spies, as Cheliax is likely to use it to cause problems not just for us, but for Kintargo and all Ravounel. We really don’t want to tip the Devils off and let them know that they’ve managed to get their hands on something valuable. Caution is our best bet—after all, if they learn we’re desperate to get it back, they might just go to ground with it."
"Insofar as we’ve been advised, the cipher was being updated with information regarding contacts in Kintargo who wish to do other business with the Procurement and Supplies Division, which as you might understand is very important. Operating within this area is still rife with a certain amount of danger due to Chelaxian interference, so we keep those records secret. It just happened to be here at the wrong time."
We have a few contacts who might enable you to infiltrate the location, and we’d prefer if you kept force to a minimum. The more force we bring to bear, after all, the more important the information may be deemed. Besides, the thieves are likely to bolt while a battle is being fought. If this information goes to ground, we might be unable to find it again, or it could just be turned directly over to Chelaxian intelligence. As we’ve said, we’d really prefer to avoid that.[/b]"
Kitsch speaks up, "Should be a sealed tube, like a scroll case made of metal. A locked latch holds it closed, and it has a tiny emerald embedded at the top to help us keep track of it in the event it gets mixed in with other scrolls."
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As the pair are speaking, a gnome approaches and whispers in Kitsch's ear. "Oh my, " Kitsch exclaims, "It seems that a pair of you haven't completed the paperwork for payment and indemnity release for this mission. Can't have that! Griphook, will you please complete those documents here and here. Coenocytic, you need to complete this document here as well."