<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/54HhFiQ.jpg)</div><br/>"Second Chance Club? Is that supposed to be some kind of charity?" he asked, not even trying to hide his contempt. What good was a second chance for someone who couldn't even handle their first properly? However his expression shifted immediately when they mentioned his master's request, glancing down at the flier Valna had produced, "O-Oh! of course! My apologies. I didn't recognize you as members of the Guild, you must be new" he apologized, "please do come in" he said, ushering them along.<br/><br/>The inside of the manor was even more opulent than the outside, with several magnificent art pieces on display. Gold trimmed banners, sprawling paintings, marble statues, and a good deal of fancy looking weapons mounted along the walls. Even just one of them would probably fetch them enough coin to move out of their two story shack of a headquarters, and yet again they called out to Valna. This was no doubt the first time she had been in such a place by invitation, and the house almost taunted her with it's lack of security. Plenty of servants flitted about the halls, but no guards...<br/><br/>Their snooty escort lead the group up a wide flight of stairs, up to a set of double doors, upon which he gave a patterned knock, "Sir, there is a group here to see you" he called in, "Dammit Jeeves! I told you to cancel all of my appointments for today!" a gruff voice shouted back, "oh but sir, it's a group of adventurers, they're here about Lady Sera" he called back, "Really? Well hurry up and send them in Jeeves! Stop wasting time while my precious daughter is at stake!" he shouted, prompting the butler to throw the door open "please do take care when talking with Master Blackcrest, he is in a volatile state as of late" he whispered to them as he ushered them into the master's study.<br/><br/>There stood Lord Harlan Blackcrest, a man of middled age, but strong constitution. He was tall, broad of shoulders, dark of hair, and stern of countenance, and despite shutting himself within his home was decked in half plate of black and gold, as though perpetually ready for a fight to break out<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore 7-9</div><div class="spoiler_body">Harlan Blackcrest is a former adventurer of considerable success and renown. He was well known for his dueling prowess and in addition to completing many quests he was also a long time arena champion. Unlike many others in the Coins District he wasn't born to a rich family, and no doubt most of the riches and opulence he surrounded himself with was won by his own hands. While he has long since retired from questing, he was a prominent member of the Adventurer's Guild in his time, and this influence has no doubt played a hand in Sera's own position in the Guild, despite some...conflicting reports of her popularity. </div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore 10</div><div class="spoiler_body">Among his various businesses and investments, Lord Blackcrest is known to own a lucrative silver mine. If the gang was seeking to acquire silver weapons, or have their current weapons silvered, he would certainly have the means.</div></div>"Gods finally! I had those fliers put up hours ago. How has it taken so long for anyone to answer?" he asked in a mixture of frustration and distraught. No doubt this was partially due to Cass'andra going around town yanking down all the listings for the quest, so that they would have exclusive access to it. However that couldn't be the full explanation for it. Sera was an established member of the Adventurer's Guild, and Harlan was a respected veteran. Even without the fliers the Adventurer's Guild should have known about her disappearance, and surely they would have stepped up for one of their own.<br/><br/>"No matter you're here now, you..." he stopped as he looked them all up and down. It was clear he didn't recognize them, and just as clear that he had been expecting more familiar faces to help him with this endeavor. However just as quickly he shook away that expression, "No matter. I can't afford to wait for more experienced hands. I need you to rescue my daughter from that foul blood-sucking scum" he declared.