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You made your way to the mayor’s hall, an imposing wooden structure with a crooked tower and faded banners. Inside, a woman waited for you behind a rough-hewn desk of local lumber. Middle-aged, with streaks of iron in her hair and a weatherworn face, she looked up sharply as you entered.
“Larissa,” she introduced herself. “Mayor of Velvetia.”
You returned your name, and Kaeli offered hers with a polite half-bow.
The mayor wasted little time:
“There’s an infestation in the upper sewer tunnels,” she explained. “The old catacombs beneath this city were repurposed to carry away waste. Rats the size of dogs have taken over the upper tunnels, gnawing on everything they can. One copper for each rat tail brought back, paid by the city purse.”
She paused, tapping her finger on the desk.
“Don’t — and I mean this — don’t go into the lower tunnels.”
She leaned forward, eyes intense.
“We’ve walled off those sections. There’s an undead infestation down there — bones that walk, spirits that scream. Another time, another contract. For now, stick to the upper tunnels.”
You nodded. There was something heavy in her voice, like she had seen that nightmare herself and wanted no one else to share it.
“Understood,” you told her.
Larissa relaxed, a bit. “Good. Follow the main sewer grate by the old stone bridge. I’ll have a guard there unlock it for you. Bring me the tails. The city’s too stretched thin to pay more, but it’ll be honest coin.”
Kaeli gave a resolute nod. “The goddess grants us strength.”
As you left the mayor’s hall, the weight of what awaited you sank in. Velvetia was a city built on top of old bones — the dead underfoot, the sea at its doorstep, monsters all around. Even a simple rat hunt could turn grim in a place like this. But copper coins were copper coins, and your purse could use every one of them.
Sister Kaeli adjusted her mace at her hip, ready for battle. You checked your weapons, secured your gear, and looked to the streets of Velvetia one last time before stepping down toward the sewers.
Down where the monsters of the dreaming god roamed.
And the hunt began.
You made your way to the mayor’s hall, an imposing wooden structure with a crooked tower and faded banners. Inside, a woman waited for you behind a rough-hewn desk of local lumber. Middle-aged, with streaks of iron in her hair and a weatherworn face, she looked up sharply as you entered.
“Larissa,” she introduced herself. “Mayor of Velvetia.”
You returned your name, and Kaeli offered hers with a polite half-bow.
The mayor wasted little time:
“There’s an infestation in the upper sewer tunnels,” she explained. “The old catacombs beneath this city were repurposed to carry away waste. Rats the size of dogs have taken over the upper tunnels, gnawing on everything they can. One copper for each rat tail brought back, paid by the city purse.”
She paused, tapping her finger on the desk.
“Don’t — and I mean this — don’t go into the lower tunnels.”
She leaned forward, eyes intense.
“We’ve walled off those sections. There’s an undead infestation down there — bones that walk, spirits that scream. Another time, another contract. For now, stick to the upper tunnels.”
You nodded. There was something heavy in her voice, like she had seen that nightmare herself and wanted no one else to share it.
“Understood,” you told her.
Larissa relaxed, a bit. “Good. Follow the main sewer grate by the old stone bridge. I’ll have a guard there unlock it for you. Bring me the tails. The city’s too stretched thin to pay more, but it’ll be honest coin.”
Kaeli gave a resolute nod. “The goddess grants us strength.”
As you left the mayor’s hall, the weight of what awaited you sank in. Velvetia was a city built on top of old bones — the dead underfoot, the sea at its doorstep, monsters all around. Even a simple rat hunt could turn grim in a place like this. But copper coins were copper coins, and your purse could use every one of them.
Sister Kaeli adjusted her mace at her hip, ready for battle. You checked your weapons, secured your gear, and looked to the streets of Velvetia one last time before stepping down toward the sewers.
Down where the monsters of the dreaming god roamed.
And the hunt began.
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