The four Warriors are gathered at one end of the table, in the room reserved for "business" at the back of the tavern. The air is quite damp, the only light being the candles on opposite, lateral walls. The sound of the tavern patrons came faintly behind the heavy oak wood door.
In front of them, a caped man, hood removed, was sitting. His eyes were light blue and menacing, in contrast with his dark skin and hair. On his right hand was an opened scroll; on it's surface was a sketch of a gem, encased in what looked like a spiderweb that surrounded it's crystalline, round structure. Although many strange runes surrounded the drawing, two words could be easily read above: "Soul Blight".
With his free hand, he dramatically commenced:
"This, my friends, is your objective. My master, Baron Kraftem, has hired you to retrieve it. What it is, and why it is sought, is none of your business. I need you to travel to a certain bandit hideout on a nearby shore which we have recently uncovered. We believe that there is where your target, the Soul Blight, lies."
"You will be payed generously for your troubles. You set sail at dawn. Sleep well."