Pod Bluntbolt leaned back in her chair, kicked her feet up on the table and let out a loud sigh. Her body felt sore from hours of marching and fighting, her clothes were covered in undead-goo and soot, and she had various scratches and cuts, mostly shallow defense-wounds on her arms. And the biggest and worst job was still ahead of her.

"Paperwork..." she groaned, taking out her monocle and polishing it on the sleeve of her ripped shirt. She reached out for her bag and took a pile of papers from it, all varying in size and quality. Even the ink and handwriting differed, making it quite clear that they were from different sources. She put her monocle back in, took a quick sip of her tea and started looking through the papers. Some of it was written in orcish, the pages quickly discarded, but some of it was in common. She read a page through, thoroughly, then placed it on the table in front of her, starting on the next.

Half an hour later, there was a big pile of papers on the table, next to the mug of cold tea. Pod yawned and blinked sleepily, the text blurring in front of her eyes... until she noticed a sentence, two words that stood out. "Thunder Bluff".

Leaning in closer, the gnome started reading through the document again, her eyes narrowing. She then jumped out of her chair and hurried towards the door, pulling a big black hat down over her head. She skipped across the Magic Quarter and over to the noticeboard that was pinned up outside the Iron Wheel meeting hall, scribbled something in her notebook, tore the page out and stuck it up on the board.

"Attention, former Rivets of Lies. Need people for a mission in enemy territory, must have sneaking-experience. Contact me as quickly as possible.

- W.M. Pod"

Nodding to herself, the gnome went back to her apartment, a smile on her face now as she mumbled to herself: "Another victory for the Iron Wheel... and it won't be the last."

Thanks for a fun event! Made a thread about it HERE.