INSIDE SHROUDROSE TEAHOUSE...
Yet another parchment that stinks of booze and sea salt is pinned to the walls of the teahouse:
"THERE ARE REPORTS OF PEOPLE FROM VARIOUS PARTS OF EORZEA GOING MISSING, FROM LOMINISANS TO ALA MIGHANS, TO FARMERS TO SELLSWORDS- BUT ONE THING THEY ALL SHARE IS THAT THEY'RE ALL CONSIDERED BOTTOM OF THE SOCIAL LADDER. POOR FOLKS AND PEOPLE OF LOW STANDINGS. DUE TO RESOURCES BEING STRETCHED THIN ACROSS THE GRAND ALLIANCE & OTHER LAW ENFORCEMENT FORCES, WE'RE BEING CONTRACTED TO FIND OUT WHERE THESE FOLKS ARE DISAPPEARING OFF TO- FIND OUT WHO'S CAUSING IT IF THERE IS ANY ASSHOLE KIDNAPPING IT, THEN EITHER PUT A STOP TO IT OR HAND THE INFO OVER TO THE AUTHORITIES.
NEED GOOD LADS AND LASSIES TO HELP WITH THIS ONE.
SOMEWHERE IN EORZEA...
"Already done, Tribinus?" an Imperial clad in black asked as he approached his superior. He looked down below after reaching the Tribunus' side, gazing at the slain 'games' below- these last ones put up a fight, but it still wasn't enough to entertain the Tribinus.
"Hmmm~ Still no fun! Mayhap need to change things up. Bring in the next sets of quarries, but hm- double the finder's fees for more... exciting games," the Tribinus replied, glancing at at his underling before turning his gaze back to his kills.
"At once, Tribinus Lucian!" With an Imperial salute, the soldier scampered off to fulfill his Tribinus' will- the golden masked Tribinus stared out onto the dark raining horizons in thought. He remembered the infiltrators that tore up his Castrum- the ones who dared to try kill him with his own machines. The happy go-lucky girl. The fierce Viera. The drunken Highlander. The audacious not-traitor. The crazed kidnapper. The grumpy Miqo'te. He found them charming. He found them... entertaining.
"I wonder how much of a fight they would put up?"
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