You arrived at Evan Element hold earlier this morning, just you and Thatch. She drove like a woman possessed to get here, you're still not entirely sure why. She said the warlord Domino paid her a queen's sum in jingle to deliver some paints and ochres to some prettyboy named Ambrose. But that wasn't the whole story. It rarely is with Thatch. She's one hell of a driver, works a circuit through the Nine Cities, sells some smack on the side, lots of parties, lots of favors. I'm sure you two travel in some of the same circles. But I'm curious, how did the two of you hook up?
While Thatch went on and on about seeing her old flat that she called Waterberth and sleeping in the best bed in the Nine Cities, she kept coming back to Ambrose, talking about his honeyed words, his impressive form, his dances. What was it that you said to Thatch to convince her to go for and sleep with Ambrose?
Enough about Thatch, right? She snuck off to Waterbeth, you went to ShantyTown. Luckily ShantyTown has kept up their tin roofs that connect all the little shacks and hovels so you can travel without being exposed to the Ashen Snow, the motes and ash spewed from the nearby volcanoes that burn and always find their way onto an exposed piece of skin. Of course, the ash causes the air to be thick with smoke and no tin roof protects you from that, so ShantyTown is a hazy mess. But where there's misery, sometimes there's opportunity, right?
You'd heard that Domino and her horde fell into in-fighting and split into a bunch of smaller gangs that are fighting things out around here. That's got to have lots of little murders that need doing, right? It's all about finding the right paying customer now.
As for that opportunity, let's see how you fared when you first got here.
Let's see your Juggling roll to know how this first afternoon went.
Right now, you're sitting in an underground bunker that is decked out pretty well. The guy who runs the place is an old fussypants named Tryst. But the cock of the walk is a gang leader named Vulture. Vulture is barely your age, has a hawk nose and a spider tattoo on his face. He smokes like a freight train and he's got a frizzy-haired floozy with him named Swoozie who acts the part of arm candy, but you see her killer's eyes. You know them, but you keeps yours hidden better.
So you're sitting on a bunch of pillows in the main room, which is maybe twenty by twenty. Earthen walls, tile floor. Probably hell when it rains if they don't seal it above. Somebody is playing some music on a radio real low (Jimmy Hendrix stuff). This place is pretty chill right now, the gang is filtering in and out, most of them have bandages or open wounds, lots of alcohol flowing, they look a little beaten down. Vulture has put away his cigs for the hookah Swoozie brought out just now. He's dancing around his words, he wants you to do something for him, but he hasn't come out and just said it, you're not sure why.
What do you do?