1.0 Introduction

When you arrive at Roland's study he is staring out of the window. Two rows of four chairs sit in front of his desk. It's not normally that formal in here, but he obviously prepared for all of you. The study is frugally decorated. Plain walls, basic furniture, and no carpet. There is a symbol of Torm on one wall (the open gauntlet), and there is a small altar in front of it, including prayer beads, candles and incense. A prayer mat is on the floor.

He turns and smiles as you enter. "Thanks for arriving promptly! Please sit down. I need your help."

(Ooc: it is assumed everyone sits)

Roland shuts the door after everyone has selected their seats, and perches on the edge of his desk Ina casual manner. He looks at the faces before him, and sees general concern and expectancy. He understands how strange this must be for his protégés.

"Since arriving at my orphanage you have all done me proud, and I feel pleased that this place is turning out fine young folk like yourselves. You are still young, and you still have some growing up to do, but at this moment in time you are my best hope."

Roland often preaches the importance of honesty, and to own up when matters, whether good or bad need addressing. "A wound will fester, so treat it and all will be well", he'd often advise. Today he didn't seem to be heeding that advice.

With a deep sigh he continues. "I've tried all my contacts, but I fear this issue needs more street smarts than I'm used to." He smiles awkwardly, "For all I need to resolve this, my methods are unlikely to succeed. This matter needs subtlety, a skill I er, am told I don't excel in."

(Ooc: you may all roll insight, include your modifier if any)

(Ooc: now to try the note feature. Those who rolled should receive a private note...)

Roland looks at the faces before him, and tries to determine how well his ill prepared speech is going.