<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/kyaGJ9g.png)</div><div align="center"><strong>The Spilled Tap Tavern</strong></div><br/>The life of a troubleshooter is one that vacillates wildly between the most glamorous parlors and the absolute dregs of the city. Tonight, our troubleshooters have slid down into something quite a bit closer to the bottom; the Spilled Tap Tavern. The Spilled Tap is a bar nestled under an overpass that leads to a wealthy district that is frequented by thieves, dark magicians, and truly idiotic second-heirs that believe their money will keep them safe. Hanging globules and silk lanterns light the bar, which has been painted with bright colors to attempt to disguise the badly damaged interior.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d1/0e/1d/d10e1db87726a820e2a7e7e084449864.jpg)</div>The client is one Char Serpentwing, a mostly human merchant who's family has long roots in Signet. Char lounges across one of the pillow covered benches with the stance of someone who is utterly at ease. A more discerning look would show that's not exactly the truth, even the black inky depths of demonic ancestry don't hide that his eyes are darting and a carelessly dangling hand is checking a pouch at his side frequently. He takes a sip of the roiling deep green drink before him and the scales on his neck glow for a moment before he leans forward on the table.<br/><br/>As soon as the troubleshooters are gathered at the meeting in a tucked back corner of the bar, he begins. "I'll get to the point. You're the best and frankly that's what I need," he whispers out, a soft abyssal lisp on his tongue, "Every two months, we receive a shipment that includes several small trinkets that are needed by my family. If we do not have these trinkets, it will badly damage our standing in Signet and prevent a lot of important people from being paid. In this last shipment, these were missing. They were accounted for, along with the rest of our inventory, before crossing the Hall Venture Bridge, but when the crossing was done, they were gone."<br/><br/>His hand flicks and a tiny ornate knife is in his hand, which he promptly begins lightly digging into the top of the table with. The table lets out a little hiss of steam as he does so. "We need these... items. They are of little monetary value to anyone else, but important to us. We also need to punish those who stole it, publicly. If you complete this, I'll pay you your standard rate, plus expenses, and an extra half if you can be done before week's end."  Char's lips pull back into a sinister smile as he looks between the troubleshooters, "Would this deal be acceptable?"  He keeps a single finger on the knife's handle, rotating it gently into the table.<br/><br/><strong>Troubleshooters, what do you do?</strong>