<div class="floatright">(http://images3.alphacoders.com/280/280785.jpg)</div><br/>OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208900.msg10258029#msg10258029)<br/><br/>The dimly lit back room of ‘The Slaughtered Prince’ was more extravagantly decorated than the rest of the bar, almost so much so that it seemed to be a totally different venue. The room was clean and the air clear of must or smoke. The dark green paint did not have the chips or faded spots like the pub had. There were also plush purple cushions on ornately carved chairs, organized in a semi circle around a lone figure, allowing the intended audience somewhere to sit down. The fireplace raged with a comforting, warm glow, a nice break from the currently miserable rainy streets outside.<br/><br/>The figure in the front worn a long black robe, obscuring much of their visage until they removed the cloak. An extremely attractive woman appearing to be in her late 20’s stood tall and straight with an air of one who was used to commanding a group. Her scarlet red locks fell gracefully down her chest, covering her larger assets. Her unusually piercing green eyes sharp and focused as she waited for the entire group to assemble; lips pursed as she counted all who had arrived. Her brow furled as she thought for a moment, then clearing her throat she stepped forward.<br/><br/>“Good evening,” Her sultry voice took on an authoritative edge, “My name is Ailis. I work for Septimus Finn.”<br/><br/>She paused for a moment to allow that name to sink in. It was a name everyone knew, regardless of class or station. Septimus Finn was perhaps the most powerful, and certainly most ruthless, of the nobles in all of Neroda, yet no one ever saw him, or even knew what he looked like. It was told he was a hermit, a paranoid recluse, so afraid of disease and illness that he shut himself away, preferring to conduct business in the shadows. While little was known about him, it was believed even the authorities took orders from him, and that crossing him meant taking your life in your own hands. It was all gossip of course, a ghost story warning those to abide by the law lest Septimus Finn come for them.<br/><br/>“You are all here because you have stolen from Mr. Finn. All of you. That you did not know you stole from him is the only reason you are still alive. He feels you owe him. You will repay your debt.” Her voice was clear and unwavering.<br/><br/>“Mr. Finn has assigned me to you for the time being,” she hesitated half a second before continuing, “We will meet tomorrow night for the first assignment.”<br/><br/>Ailis looked around the room at each individual present, “I should not need to warn you what consequences lay ahead of you, should you decide not to comply. However...”<br/><br/>Ailis almost sighed and proceeded to hand out thick letters to each individual. Each packet contained a complete and detailed account of the individual’s entire life, everything from birth to the present, including friends, family members, and those loved and cherished most. More importantly, the reason they were chosen, the reason they were there, the debt to be repaid.<br/><br/>“I will see you all here tomorrow evening.” Ailis nodded to the group and turned to leave.<br/>