Unoccupied since the Underdim Union was broken, the old building has new life after nightfall. Seems a gang of poachers captured a Chimera and they're using her to run blood sports a couple nights each week. Otherwise they're selling snakebite under the table. Chimeras can be powerful, though dangerous, allies.
Sowing unrest - Ms. Kitty's - Civilian authorities that support Reynard - Target didn't show
The Cell is camped out in the back rooms of Ms. Kitty's, waiting to confront members of Clowdertown's government that support Reynard. After some close calls and recruiting among the staff and clientele, the targets don't show up. Were they tipped off?
Surveillance - This Old Chestnut - A cotorie of childthieves - Something equally pressing has come up - assassination of a foul sorcerer.
This Old Chestnut is a mob bar, everyone knows that. Now it's also quartering a kidnapping ring. They're running a sophisticated scheme, they snatch some kiddos and a "private finder" reaches out to them once their grief goes public. Extorting the parents while the kit is off to Borchardbriar in chains. The night the Cell moves into position, they hear an occultist is performing a ritual at a nearby cemetery/burnt out church/orphanage/place of woe. This may be the only chance to bring him down. Do they split the party?
Delivery - Leaky Moon Distillery - A criminal gang - The cell gets ambushed by a third party
The illegal trade in snakebite lays the bedrock for other illicit hustles across the Land. What's a Moon Market without some hooch? This is supposed to be a milk run, the cell is picking up some old barrels from the Leaky Moon Distillery and delivering them to Little Bobo, a backwoods distiller. Counterfeiting provenance is a pretty victim less crime. The trouble starts when local crook Maeve and her crew burgle the Distillery and aren't particularly keen on witnesses.
Criminal activity - The Ingot - an infamous Wyldbreaker - They've been double-crossed by someone in the cell
Power collects power, the fundamental truth of Stonebones. Just as Sunny Burrows solidified its place as a locus of the rich and elderly, the Ingot is the dark, angry mirror. Superficially resembling a Roden juke joint, it's the defacto meeting place for a conspiracy of embittered Ironheirs. The Badgers have scraped together enough coin to attract the infamous Barbaro Grindstone to the city. You goal? Slip into the back room and stash a nest of inkbeetles to find out their next move. They'll transcribe whatever sounds they pick up so you've gotta be careful. Too loud and you'll get a ton of useless scribbling. Too quiet and they won't get anything.
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