The Duke is already pacing back and forth behind her desk, the stream of paper from the tickertape machine clenched in one fist.  As you can see, one of the stones on the blue, green, and brown pattern of the board is indeed a nice, cheerful blood red with the golden lines of a trigram showing.  As you watch, another two stones turn red...<br/><br/>"Gentlemen, we have one of those little problems that makes me glad I volunteered for this job!"  Those words, cheerful as they are, are at odds with the Ducal scowl.  "It turns out that someone at EBH has screwed the proverbial pooch, dropped the ball, and flubbed the play.  And that means, my little duckies, that it's up to us to save the day.  Got to be the reason we all joined the Ministry!"<br/><br/>She turns to face you.<br/><br/>"This is almost as fun as the year those Yellow Turban yahoos broke loose!  Long story short, there's been an outbreak."<br/><br/>Another stone on the board turns red.<br/><br/>"Some of the less reputable of our fellows have busted loose from the imprisonment imposed upon them by the Jade Court.  Mercy was requested," she adds, voice dripping with sarcasm.  "So we have been tasked with taking out the trash a second time.  The good news is, most of then aren't exactly what you call back to full power...so mostly it'll be easy."  She rolls her eyes.  "Comparatively speaking.  We're starting with Iron Foot Deng.  I'm sure you all remember him, right?"<br/><br/>She points to one stone, on a line where green meets blue.<br/><br/>"Port of Hundun, it looks like.  Good hunting!  Any questions before I tell you to scram?"<br/>