TC was sitting at a long table in a dark smoke filled hall. The table was adorned with bright red candles, food from every race and nation stretched before him. He felt confused, the last ting he remembered was taking a room at The Plastered Fly. [i]I didn't drink that much! Did some greasy fuck slip me Mickey?[/i] That's when, he heard the scrape of a knife on porcelain. Next to him was The Greedfather, shoving a large cut of what seemed to be raw meet in his mouth. His mouth stretched to a bizarrely large size and the cut was gone. He smeared the myoglobin away from his mouth. His skin was red and green, like a man both sunburnt and seasick. Rams horns curling beside his face, smushing his rotund features. He wore a velvet smoking jacket stained with the food he had already devoured. He spoke with a clam voice, his voice was gerbled in jowls like his cheeks were filed with cotton balls,[color=ed1c24] " Trajan Clarendon Bywater I ask of you to head south. towards Riverdale, for I have business for you to attend to there. You are wasting your talents and the gifts I have so graciously given you. Will you do this for me?"[/color] TC quickly bowed his head,"[color=00a651]Yes, Greedfather."[/color] a moments pause as TC eyed the tables delicacies,[color=00a651]" may I, so humbly, ask what this job may entail?"[/color] "[color=ed1c24]No, you may not, see to it that you leave with haste."[/color][color=39b54a] " As you wish Greedfather." [/color]

TC shot up with a start, his pointer finger and pinky extended in the form needed to launch an Eldritch blast. He was along in his room at the Inn. He mumbled expletives to himself and gathered his things. He would need to steal a riding dog and head south as the Greedfather wished.