Bridgeport had become a bit too 'hot' for me, so I was escaping to Glenham to let things cool off. A heavy snow drove me to seek cover at an inn near the River Stokes ferry. I dropped into a chair...
Who I am is of little importance, what matters is the job I am offering. Though the item in question may be simple, I can assure you that the reward is anything but. The task, to those brave enou...
A pilfered gem, a plagued neighborhood, a vast gambling hall drawing wealthy marks with roving eyes. Ripe for busy hands and devil's work. Can be played 'Safe for Work', or Not. See 'Notes' for more.
I need to get out of these slums, luckily for me, an antique collector is forced to stay the night at a nearby inn. This may be my ticket out of this filth hole.