You head back home after along hard day toiling at your job, trying to eke out at least a meager existence. You are exhausted and are looking forward to a nice hot relaxing bath, good food and wine and the comforting arms of your latest lover. Taking two steps into your home, you get an uneasy feeling that all is not right. Slowly, you sit down working one boot off then the other. As you look up you jump in surprise as a dark foreboding figure melts from the darkness of the shadows. Suddenly the small lantern in the corner by your bed goes out, throwing the entire room in near darkness. The twilight seeping in from your opened curtains backlights the dark figure as he approaches you, the midnight black of it's cloak billowing forth like an angry storm cloud. Trying to speak, to ask who this person is or why he has broken into your house proves futile. You begin to suspect that a magical silence has been carefully woven around your head. A raspy voice issues forth from the black depths of the figures cowl. "So... you would be a Spirit Lurker..?" A disdainful grunt. "We will see... we will see....."
The lantern at your bedside flares to life flooding your small room with it's light, momentarily blinding you. Nobody is there.. All has returned to normal. There is no sign of the mysterious stranger. That's when you look down and notice a small scroll lying on the oaken table before you bearing a wax seal depicting a cloaked figure bearing a dagger in one hand and a purse of money in the other. In wonder, you pick up the scroll breaking the wax seal with your thumb. You unroll the scroll and proceed to read this mysterious missive
click on the scroll