The Sharn evening has been rent by a torrential downpour for hours. Every inch of the city is wet and slick, and clear vision is all but impossible. Even the captain of the Blood of the Wind, the airship all but reserved for use of Boranel's agents when he has need of them somewhere beyond the city, had struggled returning to the docks of the city.
It is a horrid night, and one befitting Traveler's Night, the night when monsters are said to wear the face of innocents and seek refuge from the cold, only to feast on those foolish enough to let them inside. Tradition has evolved that a gift is to be given to any creature who comes to the door, but never to invite them in.
Nothing but a monster would be walking the streets tonight.
That, and the Misfits Company. There is no real name to this group, and there are perhaps half a dozen creatures outside of King Boranel himself who know of its existence. Thirteen creatures bound to the service of the crown, agents that act where even the Dark Lanterns cannot. Most of the rest of the Company act alone in deep cover in other countries, but this group has been bound together by a surprising effectiveness, one respected by the Company's Handler, Alcoransys.
The Company has just returned from a mission deep within Valenar, hoping to find evidence of the Shadow Houses latest plots. Nothing had come to light, so it is with the resigned feeling of failure that the group disembarks from the airship. The half-elves of the Blood of the Wind are sealing the ship against the continued rain, the captain, Braeilyn, watching with a practiced eye.
The first order of business will be a debriefing at the Highest Towers, as soon as the group disembarks and gets moving.