<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/CpZ09Ch.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">"Excellent." He replied, confident that with her words he had made the correct choice. She was... An interesting woman. He had no doubt that the others in the group would learn to follow her will, and he found her analogy to be quite apt indeed. "You will all meet in three days time. At the harbor." He said, lifting a hand above the table and making simple motions with it until a small journal appeared in front of him and that same hand set down on it and pushed it across to her.<br/><br/>"A ship will be arriving from Port Feor in three nights, the Sandwave. The ship carries many treasures from the Dreadcoast, but most of them are unimportant to our goals. Councilor Nathan Bellhorne, the grand quartermaster of Eodin, sent for an order of ley touched iron several months ago. I don't know what his intention for the metal is, but it is hardly of any concern to me. I have uses for such a rare and valuable material. I want all of it, and you and your new friends are going to get it for me." He explained, gesturing to the journal, "Inside is information about the crew. However, there are pieces missing. I know that Nathan arranged for special protection to watch over his imported treasure, but I have not been able to ascertain the nature of that protection. The crew themselves should be of little concern to any of you, easily dispatched if they should get in your way. Captain Richard Keets, however, is an experienced swordsman and you should be careful if you should find him."<br/><br/></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/>