You are an assassin without a contract, lingering between guilds and criminals. Clovis and his guild rule the town with an iron grip, they could be a good choice but you keep your distance, for now.

The weight of too many guilds, too many choices, drives you to the tavern near your residence. A drink might calm your thoughts you hope.

As you step inside, the stench of ale and smoke greets you along with a scene impossible to ignore: a pirate crew drunk to the bone, their leader standing atop a table, tankard raised high with froth dribbling down her chin. You tried to avoid Clovis and now your gifted the sight of his Cousin, a drunken fox, Jenny.