<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Daru</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Gaedren does a bit of it all, selling chum to fishermen, drugs, child trafficking...and he's been doing it for a long time.  He's fairly old now and some suspected he'd quietly died.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Magnus</div><div class="spoiler_body">Gaedren does a bit of it all, selling chum to fishermen, drugs, child trafficking.  He's owned parts of the docks and he's been doing it for a long time.  He's fairly old now and some suspected he'd quietly died.</div></div><br/>Larsen casually dismissed Magnus' apology with a wave.<strong>"All's well, better than well, and again Flynn has the spirit.</strong>Larsen was normally a rather carefree man.  His expansion of Allsorts had, after all, relied on a fair amount of optimism.<br/><br/>Iriel's reluctance did, however, dent his joy somewhat, and rather than answer he went around behind his desk and gestured toward a map, spreading his arms in a "what can you do?" fashion.<strong>"We've been hired to kill him. It's not the most glorious job, murdering an old man, and I can't pretend I am completely comfortable accepting such blatantly illegal and seemingly immoral work, but he's not the kind of person anyone will be sad to see go.  I guess...it doesn't <em>have</em> to go down that way."</strong><br/><br/>He exhaled deeply and shifted a bit uncomfortably himself before looking back to Ishani, who shrugged.  Larsen shrugged back sarcastically and gestured to a map.<sup>(2)</sup><strong>"The guard's not involved in this. Like I said, they gave up on him. No one looks for him anymore. Fortunately, we don't have to. Some woman had two children go missing about a month ago. Last night, one of them returned to her. Apparently both were being forced to work for the old man, and one of them was killed. The one that survived told her where they were at.  So here we are. Northeast of us, along the river, is an old fishery, with a half-rotted boat docked up against it. Lamm is somewhere in that old building, don't know where.  We're being paid-quite well, by the family of the two children-to go in there and kill him.  If that's too big a problem for you...there's probably a reward with the guard.  Again, they stopped looking a while ago.  We'd have to split the reward, and our customer wouldn't be as happy...but the Guard would appreciate it, which could help us down the road."</strong><br/><br/>He pointed to the spot on the map again.<strong>"As far as 'a catch,' he'll have security.  No one cares what happens to any of them."</strong><br/><br/><sup>(2)</sup>Knowledge: geography, DC 5, reveals that it is a map of your own city. If you failed this check, fate probably has it in for your char.