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You say, 'Hail, Randrol'
Randrol says, 'Just my flippin' luck! The council was finally out of session and I went to collect any unused mead I'd sent to city hall and I couldn't get them back. I was going to give the remainder to the Militia in payment for their, uhm, protection lately. Could you find it in you to [help] a poor businessman, eh?'
You say, 'help'
Randrol says, 'The task may be a little more difficult than it first appears. When I went in there, there were all these blasted bugs and creatures that looked like they just came in from the desert, but there's something odd. The guards have all been bewitched somehow, even the orcs that somehow got in there. It's almost like they're [zombies], but, uhm, they're not.'
You say, 'zombies'
Randrol says, 'There's bugs, beetles, and snakes and they all seem to be under the command of someone, but I couldn't see anyone about. I told a friend in the Militia and he wants someone to go in there and sort it out, as it were, no matter what methods you use. I'm promised I will get a cut of what is paid to whoever cleans that place out. The Militia doesn't like unknown elements in the city. Are you [up for it]?'
You say, 'up for it'
Randrol says, 'Bring the mead to me and figure out why all those beasts are in there and then we can talk about rewards. You'll be pleased, I'm sure. Tell me when you're [ready] and I will teleport you directly to the hall.'