<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/jaPWLJy.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">As the night grows old, and well after people should be in bed, there is a soft knock upon your door. The common hustle and bustle of <strong>The Stonemug Tavern</strong> has already settled down for the night, being just after midnight, and people have mostly headed home. The noise from below has quieted to mostly that of the staff cleaning and preparing for the morning. So the knock on the door is most unexpected given that it is so late. When you pull yourself from the bed and make your way to the door, opening it to peek inside you are greeted by a woman shrouded from head to toe in unassuming wraps that obscure her form and features. However beneath the almost transparent cloth cover her face you can see her lips curl into a smile, “Ms. Handersen,” He says, quietly to ensure that only you hear her words. “I need to speak with you. It’s very important.”<br/><br/>She paused long enough to allow Mouser a moment to process the knowledge that she’d just shared, but before long she offers a bit more to entice you to open the door and let her in, “It concerns the red smile.” She nodded, “But the hallway is no place to discuss such things.”<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/>