*a brief missive is posted by the door, on the notice board (at Kampo's) and a few copies are on the tables and by the bar, all written in the same characteristically spiky handwriting, in undercommon (at Underport) and common (at Kampo's)*

'Sign up today for your chance to become a right rorty blood! Gads o jink for anyone who can take em. Mercenaries of both mundane and magical means, seek the red-headed drow. Catch a wagger or leave notice with Kampo (at Kampo's)/Delareng (Underport). Remember, when life closes one portal, another one opens.'

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Jys'zyne Do'larn

Man, this account is over 10 years old. Where do I get my old man beard?

*reads a paper while he was in Underport, and takes a puff of his pipe smirking*

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"You are still willing to do these things? After all he is your father."

"And he is your Lord Husband. If there is a difference, please explain it to me...."