It's an overcast mid-spring morning in Windshire. A light fog is just starting to break up, though wisps linger towards the river. The hamlet is already busy, bakers and wainrights and grocers having already started their business before light. What's dominating the business of the town though are preparations for a festival; one of the holy days of the Sovereign Host is fast approaching, and small teams of women and more helpful youngsters are putting garlands of tulips and unripe wheat up along the main avenue of the town.<br/><br/>You are here for another reason. On a hill overlooking this town is Windshire Keep, which despite the name is more a manor; only a single stone tower on its southeastern corner gives hint to its original function. This is the home of Count Tarnik ir'Weld, and the word is that he's hiring for some business or other. Individually or as a group, the lot of you have inquired, and been told to return today, so here you are. The gates are open, a cobbled path lined with well-tended flowers curves up the hill towards the north side of the main house.