“Do you know what this is?” Lévesque sneers as he carefully sets the lead box on his perfectly polished desk. Karuna pried off the lid trying to look disinterested as she looked at the glowing blue rock nestled inside. As she picked it up, she could feel it’s strong aura even through her thick leather gloves, not a pleasant sensation. She hated to think what it would do to bare skin. “No sir, I’m afraid I don’t know.” He nodded grimly. “Nor do I. I’m told there’s more of it though, being harvested from my mines this very instant. But do I see any payment for this?” The answer was clearly implied. “It isn’t silver, sir.” Karuna offered sheepishly as she returned the rock to it’s home, memorizing the scent for later. “I KNOW IT’S NOT SILVER YOU IDIOT!..still.. It’s my property. I want you to go to the mines, find out where exactly it’s coming from, and guard it. There may be some use to it.”
“And of the ore that’s been already stolen?”
“Reclaim it, I don’t care how.” She nodded. This wouldn’t be an easy mission, not with the unrest in the slums, people thinking this ore could give them a chance at power and wealth too, she knew there could be more at stake than just her employer’s profit. This was too big of a job for one woman.
~{STRONG, ABLE-BODIED INDIVIDUALS NEEDED FOR SECURITY MISSION}~
Private corporate force seeking recruits to aid in securing recently found resource in Wessal Mines. Necessary skills include basic combat skills, proficiency with gun and/or sword, fluent English, and basic schooling up to 8th grade. Wages to be decided post-mission. Contact Karuna Mehra, Chief of Peterman Private Guard, for further details
Thus was the poster at nearly every street corner, hopefully it would bring some capable missionaries. For now though, Mehra focused on obtaining supplies.