Heuvar blinked at Stacie, and for a moment was going to explain the joke... but then she batted her big blue eyes, and there was a bit of bouncing as she sat down, and so on... He doffed his hat (again!) and gave the barbarian a little bow.<strong>"Right you are, m'lady. Old Huevar's never been the best with numbers. And it's a roof rabbit large enough to carry off a modestly-sized pech, is what it is!"</strong>he does not take time to explain what a pech might be. When Stephanie expresses puzzlement next, he takes a breath, letting it out slowly. What did he do to annoy Tymora this morning...<em>oh right, that</em>.<br/><br/>For a second time, Huevar runs through the directions towards the Acquisitions Incorporated 'training grounds," explaining -<em>carefully</em>- that it will be a test of team cohesion, cleverness, and acquisitioneering. Which is now a word. he then presses a bar napkin with a crude map of the southern noble and northern docks district into Roondar's hands, and waves you all off.<strong>"Go on then! And one more thing, very important!"</strong>He pauses for effect.<strong>"<em>Don't die</em>. if you die, I don't get the finder's fee, you know."</strong>he tapped the side of his rather prodigious nose, then sticks out both hands, thumbs upraised.<strong>"Go team!"</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was a a fairly short trip; there were indeed wagons and horses, and a rather large tomcat<em>was</em>snoozing on a windowsill, but otherwise totally uneventful. The lot of you set out towards the northern end of the Docks District. It's not as seedy as you might think, at least away from the waterfront. a lot of warehouses, small shops, and the sort of dive bars that cater to young nobles who don't actually want to go to a dive bar (The Waxed Staff is hosting<em>Match In Dragons</em>- you've never heard of them.) Huevar's directions pan out, and you find yourselves in a dingy, cobbled alleyway, looking at a heavy wooden door, just like every other wooden door you passed on the way, except for a brass plate over a keyhole, bearing the Acquisitions, Inc logo, and a bronze plaque next to the door reading "Intern Selection, Training, and Ranking Facility."<br/><br/>What now?