You are relaxing at the Sleeping Lion when an immaculately dressed man approach your table, a fake smile plastered to his face. "Ah, you must be the mercenaries everyone is talking about, yes? My name is Lord Grey mane and I have a delicate matter to discuss. May i sitr >bu gesture to a chair and he sits with a faint grimace. "I am transporting some valuable goods this evening from one of my warehouses, and I have reason to believe that some of the less desirable elements of this city wish to steal from me. I would like to hire you to help guard the undertaking."