Sixteen years ago, the Iris of Baleton entrusted you with a small wooden box and sent you to a hermitage outside the town of Potterstead. The Iris gave strict instructions not to reveal the box’s existence to anyone (even to other members of the Church), not to attempt to open it or divine its contents, and to remain at the hermitage until someone came and gave a secret countersign. Since then, you have lived with Durnoth Alestone, the hermitage keeper.
Sign: You say, “Understanding is the seed from which Good Fortune sprouts.”
Countersign: They respond, “Yet a poisoned seed yields poisoned fruit.”
Three weeks ago, you were offered an anonymous contract to escort a halfling named Vayol Falorin from Potterstead to the Grand Temple Library in Baleton. Anonymity comes at a price in the Hand—triple the usual amount—so it seemed a straightforward and lucrative job. Your handler Falco Burrows, who captains a small cutter, transported you from Dunwall to Potterstead. After all, “Two Hands make steady work.” However, the contract is yours; only you were given its details.
Sign: Vayol says, “Understanding is the seed from which Good Fortune sprouts.”
Countersign: You respond, “Yet a poisoned seed yields poisoned fruit.”
You’ve worked with Falco a lot before. You can assume he is transporting you with the understanding that you’ll share the payout, but he hasn’t insisted on drawing up a subcontract. You can only conclude that he trusts you… perhaps a strange feeling?