"Pleasure's mine, Andolyn." *koff!*
“As I was saying to Hosser, the dwarf who just left was Brandur Clovesh, a sergeant in Daggermark’s infantry. Please excuse his brevity. He’s taking a big risk to help me out of a pretty dire situation, the same situation that led me to request your aid. One of our local agents, a gnome named Timinic, has been exploring and surveying the sewer complexes beneath Daggermark. *koff!* I made sure to clear his activities with every official possible so we wouldn’t draw unwanted attention from the Assassin’s Guild or the Poisoner’s Guild, which as you know run the city behind the scenes. To my knowledge we’ve stayed in the Guilds’ good graces, but somehow Timinic’s mission ran afoul of--” A fit of coughing interrupts Bosk mid-sentence, and he begins gasping and clutching his chest. His tumbler shatters as it falls from his hand to the stone floor. Then, the venture-captain collapses.
Bosk welcomes to the meeting room outside his office with a handshake he turns into a hug and back slap.
"Old Clovesh?" he says nodding toward the door. "Oh, he's a big deal in Daggermark's army. He’s taking a terrible risk to help me out of a dire situation, the same situation that led me to request your aid. I'd ask how the farm was but I imagine Igor will be serving my answer to me later this evening. I hope you brought some of those peas and carrots again. Where are your friends? I've got something that needs telling."
The older man draws Hosser close again to whisper in his ear.
"Confidentially son, you might be the only one who really understands the fix we're in."