Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Mendel lingered in the shadows, his eyes fixed on the old man as he peeled the poster. The sight was a stinging reminder of the weight the cell carried - a weight that usually went unseen by the very people they protected. He had intended to seek out Fenwick at the temple to discuss recent events, but upon entering, he saw the man already deep in counsel with others. Mendel turned away without a word.

There was a bitter irony in the silence that followed their work. The public would never know, even about recent events, such as the bombs dismantled in the city’s heart, the subtle maneuvers that blocked evil-aligned factions from poisoning local politics, or the precise intelligence passed to those in power to ensure justice was applied fairly. The Harpers’ names were intentionally left out of every victory, yet they were the first to be openly targeted when things went awry. Even supposed "allies" had begun compiling lists of their true identities - a warped betrayal that put every member’s life at risk.

Yet, as Mendel adjusted his cloak, he felt the familiar pull of the mission. The camaraderie within the cell was of a level he had never witnessed. it was an unbroken line of trust that didn't require grand proclamations. When he passed a fellow agent, a subtle, nearly invisible nod was all the encouragement needed to keep the fire contained. They were no longer just a small group of watchers; they had become the ears of the world, stretching from the bustling corners of the Sword Coast down into the sunless depths of the Underdark. For Mendel, their nameless vigil wasn't a burden - it was the only way to ensure the song of the world kept playing, even if no one knew who was conducting the orchestra.