Late in the evening, you are returning to your rooms when you hear a cry for help coming from a nearby alleyway. Racing into the shadows, you expect to find someone in distress, but instead find a group of men clad in black leather armor eying you maliciously. ‘ We have a message lor your Nightshroud friend, " one of them says, drawing a wicked looking curved blade. Suddenly, the Nightshroud appears among them in a flash of fatal sword strikes. Before the men even have a chance to react, hall of them lie dead on the ground. The other half quickly flee. ‘‘Well, it looks like you're into it now, too. Which is good, because I need help taking them down."