A heavy rain swept over the dank and musty town of Myrskyburg, an infamous port town barely holding itself together due to the squalor and turmoil between the three races. The 50% human, 30 griffin and 20% djinn population has mostly been blamed on the port's numerous merchant ships that have brought entrepreneurs, refugees and pirates all wishing to find a better life. The city flies the purple, black and green colors of Kaaos' flag, but his forces have only a nominal presence on the local law enforcement; the local officers have instead elected a town watch from volunteers while keeping to themselves; loyalists call it sloth, but rebels call it freedom. 

The newest batch of recruited or transferred militia, of which Annelie is a member of, have just recently arrived to replace some injured watchmen after a particularly bloody scuffle at one of the local taverns, the Drunken Dragon. There are also others who have shown interest in this seemingly innocuous pen of alcohol and pirates, and they all share a common motive: a letter. Some were given the letter by passing strangers, others by more familiar faces, and some may have simply found it among their possessions one morning, but they all shared the same message: Someone wanted to meet them at this particular tavern, and in private, no less. An adventure was about to begin.