Chel'el'sussoloth, Anara'wata's Office
Just a stones throw away from the (in)famous Dragon's Den Colliseum, just down the hill where it is perched, several buildings stand. Stores, offices, and warehouses of all kinds dominate the area, all trying to cash in on the flow of customers that the Colliseum provides. One such office building is used as the office of a business woman by the name of Anara'wata, who currently had a little problem.
The office of the business woman spoke volumes of the character of it's owner. The room was meticulously clean, with lighting provided by strategically placed mana gems on the walls and ceiling. The back of the room was dominated by a large group of shelves that was filled to the brim with scrolls, monitering the ins and outs of company property. A single desk, stone with a slab of obsidian on top and a map of the city unrolled, sat in front of a chair with tiktikki leather cushions.
Anara was sitting in that chair, sighing. It seemed that she had only been able to attract a few people in to help her with her little problem. As was usual in this city, none of the Vals were willing to step in until the problem affected them, and thus Anara had sought out other independant parties to help her do so herself. However, she had been hoping for... more.
Looking across her desk at the other individuals assembled, Anara couldn't help but feel disappointed. Still, help was help. She decided there would be no point in waiting any longer. "As you know, we are here because there are parties within the city which have been preying on the weaker merchant groups, stealing cargo and murdering employees. They then proceed to sell the stolen goods at more then double it's worth to desperate buyers. This state of affairs cannot continue. My clients are being bled dry, and every lost caravan means losses in hundreds of ada for the company." Anger pitched her voice at this, and it was obvious that she was very dedicated to the company she worked for.
"Most of you are merchants, and have also been affected by these bandits. That means that you have a personal stake in the matter, on top of your payment, which will be handled afterward. As for where the goods are... this" With that, Anara pointed down at the map of the city, toward a warehouse just inside of the Sarghress city gate. The area was popular with merchants and thieves (same profession really) due to the lack of taxes on goods being trafficked to and from the city, and a perfect place to hide stolen goods. "...is where my sources" (Otherwise known as giving chocolate drops to young urchins in exchange for information. Slightly illegal, but it worked) "say the cargo is held before being resold. If we can break in, and see who the mastermind behind this operation is, we may be able to stop the thefts permanently."
Anara looked back up expectantly. "Questions? Ideas? Concerns?
