You pull the hood on your deep crimson robes over your head and put on your black masquerade mask to make sure none of your fellow guild members caught you slacking on the job and take a quick turn into a seedier part of the district. The entire surrounding neighborhood was comprised solely of Rakdos territory, but conflicts with the Golgari and Gruul were common along the borders.
Even though both guilds were technically on your side as members of The Resistance there were no official laws or decrees that prevented anyone from encroaching on rival turf to expand the might of their own group. In fact, with the Gruul Clans currently leading the head of The Resistance it was actually somewhat expected for allied guilds to fight one another to bolster their strength. If anyone got soft or weak they would be of no use and deserved to get conqured by a stronger opponent.
You quickly pushed the politics of the local area out of your head as you came upon a small cobblestone building barely three stories tall with a large wooden sign shaped like a mug of ale hanging over the front door. This place had become something of a local hangout for you over the past few years while you began working towards becoming a member of the Rakdos as nearly everyone had a new bit of useful gossip or illegal wares to sell each time you stopped by.
"The good old Firetongue Mead Inn." you whisper to yourself as you climb up the small stone staircase to the door. "I hope this place never changes, regardless of which guild is in charge."
The sound of loud boasts and slurred arguments is the first thing to hit you as you step inside, quickly followed by the sight of rowdy bar patrons guzzling their drinks and a faint smell of strong refreshments being spilled and sloshed everywhere. Luckily, tonight most of the drunks were having a party on one side of the bar and leaving everyone else to their (often shady) business.
You quickly grab a round of spiced mead and head for a table in the far corner where you could take a few minutes to rest. After you finish your beverage you decide to...
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