Wanted: Capable adventurers needed for extermination duties in The Docks District. Drakes, basilisks, or some other reptilian beast has broken into the cellar at Griffith’s Provender. Hunt these monsters to their nest and end this nuisance.

“This stinks, and not in the way the Docks normally do.” Steel Purpose stabs a stiff finger into the placard, pinning it to the grand table in the Harpies’ Nest. “I’m not sure what is going on here, but with everything that you’ve discovered lately, there’s no way this is above board. It’s a cover, a trap, a ruse, or worse: an actual infestation. Fortunately for us, I’ve accepted this job on your behalf…well, on behalf of the Sworn Hand Company. So, ‘Sworn Hand’, go spring the trap and see what they’re up to.”

Session Expectations: Crawling in a Dungeon. Choosing violence. Conquering evil. It will not friend.