|GM Nikolaus 'the Grimm'|
Almas, glorious capital at the heart of the greatest political experiment Golarion has ever known. A beacon of prosperity, equality and fair governance - if you listen to the criers on the street corners at least. Anyone who spends any time in Almas realises the truth - Andoran is everything its supporters say it is. But it is also a nation of people - honorable and venal, generous and corrupt, fair and false by turns. Andoran may be a shining beacon of virtue but the people who run it... well, everyone knows the saying about laws and sausages.
Councillor Trand, befitting his station as one of the most junior members of the People's Council, has taken a relatively small house in Almas for the Council's month long legislative session. It isn't large enough to house all of his staff but it does have a well-sized dining room which has served admirably as a war-room and conference center over the last three weeks.
You all arrived this morning expecting nothing much - there is a meeting this morning and a vote on a special taxation round to support 'Andoran's navy and its continued efforts against piracy', which is thinly veiled funding for the Grey Corsairs. As this is a matter close to the hearts of Trand's faction he was always going to attend, which in turn means less work for you. Which makes it all the stranger when you arrive and are met by Frederick, Trand's valet, who ushers you each into the conference room and implores you to "Stay here until the Councillor returns. He was most explicit."
Fortunately the drinks cart is fully stocked and Mrs Lant the housekeeper has left a tray of excellent pastries. All you can do now, is wait.