<div class="floatleft">(https://mrpopat.in/admin/upload/wallpaper/201411051415186710283529634.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dr. Simone Praceti<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Back Room of the Underworld Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Midday (ish)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><hr/><br/>"So loud," Simone groaned as everyone started talking about what just happened. She nodded yes when one guy who she dimly remembered from last night answered some other guy's question. She sighed and scooped up one of the gold coins and spun it on the palm of her hand. "He wants what we want, for his own purposes," she says in a burst of lucidity that cost her stabbing pain in her head. She reached for a drink, not caring what it was as she just accepted the coin and her current role as a pawn in some inscrutable game. "He's paying us to do what we were going to do anyway... what is it they say about gift horses?" She asks wryly and then shakes her head trying to clear it of the fog she's in.