A Rambling Tale
Your doorstep is darkened once again by the looming debt collector. Jeez, did it start storming as soon as he showed up?
There is no preamble. There are no niceties.
Merely a massive, open palm and an expectant gaze.
"You got Grady's money?" the debt collector bellows.
- Don't have enough? The debt collector nods with understanding. Wait, is that a grin?
- -40,000gp: You pay up. It hurts, but it doesn't hurt as bad as whatever the debt collector would do. He smiles, takes the money, and leaves you with an ominous letter. Sealed with wax but also stained with beer. Grady wants to see you.