After leaving Cambridge, you made for London and then took passage to Germany. Your goal, the dark heart of Eastern Europe. The master of the college had few ideas but one struck a chord, reminding you of a forgotten nightmare. As you looked at each other across the table, you knew you'd have to go east.
You've found yourself at an inn in Hamburg. The time is late, and the captain insisted this establishment was reputable, having grown to know your temperaments during the voyage. The Saucy Fiddler was no low sailors haunt, but one chosen by more finicky merchants.
While staying at an inn, you hear of murders in the nearby port. Several corpses have been found at the docks, badly slashed and hacked apart, as if by some maniacal butcher. Drawn to the macabre, you find yourselves on the docks they spy a small crowd of people at the edge of the wharf. Two guardsmen are dragging a body from the water, which they dump onto the wharf in full view of the heroes.
The body has multiple deep lacerations. (A character making a Healing roll may notice more.) One of the guards gives the body a cursory examination, muttering, "Devil take my soul! This is the fifth one this week!"