Ah . . . it is good to be home to the manor after a long tenday of adventuring. But the moment you cross the threshold, you immediately realize that something is terribly wrong.
You are shocked to find out that Elaine Mour never returned home upon the completion of her duties last night helping out with the homeless refugees from the District of the Poor. While House Reilly sends their condolences, it is of little help in this trying time. Lord Consul Henry Mour approaches you. His expression is pained as he speaks.
“I know you just got home, but your assistance is needed at this most dire moment. I don’t know who or why, but someone has my little Elaine . . . and I want her back!”
Lord Mour takes a breath. The faint sound of weeping can be heard in the ackground. “I have sent for others to help in this investigation. Your first duty is to see that Elaine is safely returned to us. If you dispatch those who caused such grief, it would be so much the better.
“Now wait here. The others should be arriving shortly.”