It was a dim evening, the sky was grey, and clouds dimmed it further than normal. Sung Lin, or just Lin, entered the foreign tavern with a purpose, but uncertainly. She didn’t know these people, she had no friends, no contacts and no resources, only a string of gold to offer for a helper to assist her in her search. She approached a man, hooded, and with the look of a mercenary. Sitting across from him, “hello. I require some assistance for a journey, and you look like you would know where I might find such help.”