You were an up and coming enforcer for the Orzhov. While you were perhaps not the toughest or most intimidating enforcer, you could make up for it with your feminine wiles and skill with knives. Also, you had a secret weapon: you could use mana, quite well, in fact.
Whether it was white healing spells for when your debtors got rowdy and set you on fire, or painful black spells for punishing late payments, you were feared by any debtors who crossed your path. One day, you were out collecting a payment from a man named Skizzum McSkuzz. That was the day things changed, big time.
You knocked on the door of Skizzum McSkuzz's apartment.
"Open up, McSkuzz! You owe fifty gold, and I'm here to make sure you pay what's due!" you screamed. Really, McSkuzz only owed thirty-five gold, but you wanted to keep a cut for yourself so you could maybe hit the taverns and the gambling hall after work.
"No one's home!" A loud, gravelly voice called back.
"Well if no one's home, then who are you?" you asked.
"No One, that's who! Now go away!" The voice bellowed.
You put your face in your palm.
"I don't have time for this..." you say to yourself.
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