Down the streets of Grand Coryan, Naeraanth, Enpebyn, New Althre, Censure, and the First City, urchins are sent tumbling over themselves in the streets, laden with coin for their services and bearing messages. They find you at taverns and libraries, at gambling halls and baths, at formal dinners and temples. Each message is stamped with a seal that you recognize. Some receive a hawk overlaid on a tower shield. For others, a simple unadorned chalice. Others are more obscure, yet always familiar to the recipient.
The message reads, in every case, with varying degress of formality, flowery language, and hidden connotations: Report in. We have need of your services.
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