You are wandering the Sink- ing Market looking for possible work when you are approached bv a dirty-looking bov with a scar on his check. You greet him warmly. He has given you leads on a number of mercenary jobs and you re- cently helped him avoid a jail ceil. "I need some help, and I really don't know who else to turn to, " he begins. 'All of us here in (he Sinking Market are in a had way; Our houses are collapsing, our water is foul\ and we den t even have enough money for food[ "We are dying here. and the city is doing nothing to help us. You have friends in high places, right? Please, there 's gotta he someone you can talk to.