<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/49taMiq.jpg)</div><strong>Location</strong>: Grismont<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 11pm<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: The moustache man<br/><hr/><br/>Yesult looked between his companions as they all talked about exploding the factory or killing the one in charge. He was a little surprised that Tick Tok started off being the one who was the least extreme of the lot. Still they would need to get in first which was something he could help with. “Thank you for the information sir. We’ll make good use of it. Please tell us everything you know the place and we’ll put it to work.” He reassured. “And we’ll make sure to avoid the workers taking the fall for it.” He promised in the hope of smoothing things over a bit before their poor information dropped dead from panic.<br/><br/>He looked between the others. “Well first we need to get inside and I can take care of that. I’ll get us in the front door. Shouldn’t be an issue. I doubt they would deny my entering to encourage and reassure the workers to work hard for them. Give us the cover we need to get you all in there to do your work. Most important things would be to burn the notes and sabotage the machinery. Remove the overseer if we can. Excuse me good sir, can you tell us whether the overseer is a mortal servant of the lord or if he’s one of the noble’s  brood?”<br/>