A mysterious offer...
As you walked through the city of Tyr, a mysterious man seems to stalk from the shadows. There one minute, gone the next. As soon as you escape the throngs of the crowd, a voice echoes behind you, “Your right on schedule.” You turn to see the man, dressed in only the finest of light silk, a walking stick imbued with a purple gem within his hand, pointing towards you. “Not that you could be late.”
“The Reformers are all the talk right now, but you all are whom I seek, Reformer or otherwise. The cards whisper your very names, and I have come to collect their due. My offer is simple enough for ones such as you. Come with me to the Sea of Silt, the faster the larger reward shall be dealt. The distinguished structure will not miss you, least we arrive much past due. A ship I will provide to you, to expedite travel completely through. As gesture of good faith and will, I will let you keep it too. Now let your answer be known now, what will you do?”