Episode One: New Taste

Walking through the door leads you to florescent lit hallway made of concrete walls painted pearl white, a few scratches and stains litter the path, it's rather concerning. As you enter you notice a keycard reader to the tavern door, seems it only opens from the inside. The hallways themselves aren't populated, save a single hobgoblin waiting at the end of the hallway by a door marked "Stockroom". The hallway veers off to the left, the large metal doors you observed earlier leading further into the complex. Another keycard reader is present, built directly into the door.

The two 'hobs nod to each other as you are led into what could best be described as not a stockroom, but a workshop. Hobgoblin and goblin alike (mixed with a single human) are cleaning, testing, or taking inventory of their munitions. A goblin is taking inventory counting the number of swords and comparing it to their number of axes, another is cleaning out assault rifles, whistling a merry tune. Overall you count 6 individuals.

Your escort leads you to an empty table at the north end, where he situates himself. You spot empty bags of snacks in a nearby garbage can, a few loose rounds of ammunition, and a folder marked "Shipments" on the desk itself. "We like to take potential partners back here to show em' we are serious. You can call me Jackal. So, what're ya selling?"

He grabs a blade, running his fingers along the edge. "Sharp enough..." He throws up an empty bag, cutting it in two. Nodding in approval he places it back in, rummaging through the rest of the crate's contents. "Alright you got some decent pieces here, I'll give ya that. Been in the business long? Most first-timers show up with nothing but promises of weapons beyond our wildest dreams and bobby pins. Pathetic." Disdain drips from his voice at the mention of "first-timers".

"Well, that's the thing. We already got all the blades 'n bullets we could need, with more on the way." He clenches his hands in front of his face, an almost sinister expression on his face. "Right now I'm very interested in the beyond. You could call it a...potential avenue which could use some exploration."

He opens a desk drawer, pulling out a dream catcher and a hefty tome. "Divination. Magic, items, anything which can help you find that which is hidden away. " Flipping through the pages he turns the book towards you, depicting a crystal orb, inside is a . "You've heard of the feywild yes? I need something which can see through other planes. And yes, I am aware it's a stretch to go from weapons to rare artifacts." You can tell he's given this pitch before.

Jackal raises an eyebrow. "I want every last scrap, don't care from where long as it works. You will be compensated gener-"

"Boss!" A goblin with numerous piercings and a clipboard pushes his way past everyone, waving down Jackal who is clenching his fists, glaring at the interruption. "Boss, we got problems." He scans the four of you before continuing, lowering his voice "Private problems..."

Jackal sighs. "Please excuse me." Kneeling down the two have their backs turned as the goblin whispers frantically with expressive body language. Jackal nods slightly every few seconds, scanning the contents of the clipboard.