violence run amuck against all natural sense or reason. Unpleasant but profitablework.We had met a man Dirk Huygens in our recent execution of the OldenhallerContract and thought he might be able to lead us to our quarry, or at least put us onthe track. Dirk is a smuggler accustomed to working in the grey areas of the law. Wevisited him on our seventh night in Nuln at his customary booth at the Merry Halfling.He told us that although he had neither met nor seen Karl Warburg, he would tap hiscontacts for more information on Warb
urg‟s location. The only catch wa
s that weneeded to assist him that very
night with an “easy” job that he had been contracted
for. I was suspicious, of course, just like you taught me to be. An
job with highpay, is a
lways a bad combination when you‟re
shadows. It meant
there was something you didn‟t know
that could get you killed.
He told us that he had been hired by a man he didn‟t know who called himself“Dieter.”
This didn‟t seem much to go on and
I was suspicious. Our fellowship castsideways glances at each other, signifying that we each had the same thought:perhaps Dirk had taken a job he
perhaps out of some perverse prideor perhaps to refill his coffers. Still, we had no other leads, so we agreed to meet uplater that night to assist Dirk with this mysterious job. We positioned ourselves at aninn across the way to watch for any odd comings and goings at the Merry Halfling.Dirk had also told us to make sure we were not followed when we returned thatevening at the strike of eleven.
We did notice later that some of Dirk‟s men
went intothe bar that evening.
I couldn‟t shake t
houghts of a double cross all night. We knew what Dirk andhis men were capable of
after all, we had fought alongside them against the cultistsof Nurgle in the sewers of Nuln. To make matters worse, during the evening, wenoticed two cloaked characters doing a bad job of watching us, trying not to be seen.