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Prelude

Ah the smells of home: Cheap ale, piss, home cooking, stale sweat, and the acrid odors of the local tanner. You live in the lower slums of Aylgaard. Among the cities officials there isn't a name for your neighborhood but the locals known the area is as 'The Tanner's Stink'. Life in the Stink is neither pretty nor easy, and it's been particularly hard on you.

One resource you do have is your friends. They've got your back and you've got theirs. At this level of existence there is neither good and bad nor wrong and right. There is only survival, and the only way that's going to happen is to stick with your pack.

Collectively, you had grown tired of bitching and moaning. Tired of being victims. You were pissed and wanted to get yours. The first time you crossed the line was unplanned, almost an accident. The fool was stumbling drunk and carrying too many coins in a manner too obvious. Such arrogance... and the gall... throwing your poverty smack in your face. He learned the hard way not to take The Stink so lightly. Each of you made off with 36 coppers for the effort, more than you you've had at any one time before this.

Damn, that was easy.

Now it's time to get serious. Those among you suited to the task have already worked out your first planned target. A trader from the Upper Slums who makes a regular run to Old Gilfer's Tannery. He should be carrying enough coin to purchase the weeks allotment of skins. One or two guards, no more...