Sitting in the Viper's Nest Inn after a harrowing experience with the goblin folk to the west only one thought comes to mind ... these bar flies smell worse then the goblins. Some days it is nice to be in a spot where few questions are asked and you can sit at the bar with only reflection as a concern.

The dwarf to your right seems to have a ritualistic chant for every single patron entering the tavern. He slams his hands like a drum repeatedly on the bar in an apparent attempt to gain the bartender's attention. "If he won't shut up at least he's useful for that", you mumble.

As the bartender slides your ten roisaen late mug of Amfitro's Ale you nearly fall backwards off your stool as the woman cloaked in black sits to your left quietly sipping on something that smells strongly of lemons. You take a deep breath with your heart pounding loud in your chest.

"Now you've come to kill me then? Did you really expect that to go well?", you ask.

The woman laughs softly. She places her hand on yours for just a moment and you feel a sense of calm wash over you.

"You have done well and deserve some time off. Finding you in a locale like this will help serve your next task. Drinks are on me." She hands you a coin purse as well as three large tied stacks of paper, one larger than the other two.

"Visit the taverns and gathering spots of Shard, Rivercrossing, and Riverhaven. Spread these pamphlets out amongst the three. 1500 to Rivercrossing, 500 each to Shard and Riverhaven. Enjoy your time off."

Just as you look down to glance at one of the pamphlets you realize she is gone. One of these days you swear you will pay better attention. You unfold one of the pamphlets...