A friendly request. . .

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An enchanted Tiefling walks about the Underdark, going by the name of Zix Ayer'kil. He seems to bring about a bit of trouble, but has friends in high places. He asks around, as well as word spreads. . .

He can be overheard, "Hm, well, I do enjoy having myself a fine alliance and all, but there are always these damn politics. A little lich here, a triad of illithids there. Honestly, these Drow are like the matron mothers of the orphanages of the Surface, always fretting and yelling. . ."

His rambling seems to go on and on, but if a person focuses upon his words, and he appears to take a liking, he will begin to speak of plans, "Yes, yes. I intend to seek out revenge and profit. It can be so. . . difficult. . . to find a good sword arm that isn't tied down to one organization or another. Of course, in all honesty, I'd prefer a master of the Weave or professional assassin, but I'll take what I can get. I can promise adventure and a plethora of. . . devastating results to our enemies. Perhaps some coin or trinkets can be involved, as well. Just find me, perhaps bind yourself in contract or the Art to my cause, and we can arrange something. . ." He winks.

He swaggers off, browsing enchanted goods or perusing the odd scroll. If one were to follow him closely and observe his habits, he or she would hear whispered mutters of revenge, chaos, and carnage.