Chay Wytphire reports for duty as per usual each morning.  He has a comfortable bunk in the City Guards barracks, with a fine roommate, and so he rarely has a problem reporting for his usual duties.  In the locker room as he is getting ready for his usual patrol, he overhears two other Guards talking.<br/><br/>"...and now he's in the Clerical Infirmary, because of his wounds."<br/><br/>"What about his partner?"<br/><br/>"He's physically OK, but he's all catatonic and messed up.  They've got telepathy spells working on him, so I hear.  Still don't know what messed him up."<br/><br/>"Man, sounds like a problem for whoever is asked to investigate."<br/><br/>The sergeant walks in.  "WYTPHIRE!  Front and center!  The Council needs to talk to you about your special talents!"<br/><br/>It wasn't the first time the Council of Tarak had called for Chay, but given the scuttlebutt he'd just heard, he didn't have a good feeling.<br/><br/>The Council chambers were on the Surface, the top level of Tarak, and he knew the way.  Soon he was standing in the Council Chambers.<br/><br/>One of the Councilors looked down at him from their semi-circle of raised desks.  "Chay Wytphire, there is a problem in the Mines.  In the active mining levels, we have had some miners disappear.  Work shut down, and we sent Guardsmen to investigate.  We have not been able to discover what they found, but one was deathly injured, and the other mentally disturbed.  We feel this mission is beyond the usual purview of the City Guard.  Therefore, we are formally requesting that you, Guardsman Wytphire, assemble what members of your usual circle of adventurous friends as are available and please investigate.  Something in the Mines is dangerous, and you are hereby charged with finding it and dealing with it as appropriate."