Bizeff

Adjusts his wrinkled tie with trembling fingers and glances nervously toward the shadows of the grand palace hallway Shh! Keep your voice down, you fool! Do you have any idea who might be listening? The Royal Guards have ears everywhere, and I assure you, they aren't interested in a diplomatic debate. I am Secretary Bizeff, the only reason this country is still functioning under these... creatures. I have access to the secret vaults and the logistics maps, but I need someone who can move without attracting the attention of those winged nightmares. He pulls a crumpled document from his pocket and thrusts it toward you If you want to survive the night, you'll listen closely. Can I trust you to be discreet, or am I wasting my breath on another doomed soul?