You need professionals for this and David and Tom don't qualify. You ask for directions to the underground gladiator matches, but Mr. Reynolds still insists on a bit of money for that information, so you have no choice but to pay him.



After running back and forth to his office and the inn, (And incurring some questions by your mom and staff where you're going) you pay him and he tells you that it's located in a tavern called the Troll's Breath on the edge of the warehouse district. He tells you to that can let the bartender know that he sent you.



You feel like you're going to get mugged around every corner on your way to the place, but fortunately that doesn't happen. You are approached by several prostitutes and offered Cloud Rock a lot though. When you walk in the place, it's filled with a rowdy bunch as you'd expect. You try not to make eye contact and walk straight to the bar.



"Yeah?" the bald bartender asks gruffly.

"Mr. Reynolds sent me because of my interest in games."

"Did he now? Alright, but the next time you see that dick, tell him his time as an independent loanshark are coming to an end soon. He needs to join up with the Crimson Talon or get the fuck outta Kyton. Door's around the back."

"Thanks, oh uh one more thing."

"What!?"

"Is there anyway to speak to Olaf or Silence after their fights?"

"What the hell do you wanna be talkin' to those two idiots for? The pair of them together barely have enough intelligence to put on their own boots."

"It's a business proposition."



At this point the bartender's eye narrow.



"Wait a fucking minute. You're sent here by Reynolds and you wanna talk to Olaf and Silence about a business proposition? This sounds like Reynolds trying weasely shit as usual. Fuck you, they don't freelance anymore. They're pit fighters for the Crimson Talons until I say otherwise! Now get the fuck outta here!"

"Okay, I'll talk with you then, how much do you want for their services temporarily?"

"I said they ain't for fuckin' hire you dumbfuck! If you wanna meet them so bad though, I can oblige and throw your ass in the ring with them!"



At this point the bartender snaps his fingers and two thugs grab your arms ready to carry you off. You make one desperate plea.



"Alright! Alright! I'll hire whomever else you got then! These two guys holding me will do, I just need some people fucked up and I got money to give to whoever will do it!"



The bartender nods and you're released.



"Alright in my office and start talkin' fast. Reg, you're at the bar."



You follow the bartender upstairs to a room that is much nicer than the rest of place. He sits down at a fancy desk and pours himself a drink, but doesn't offer you anything. You look around the office at the various items he has on the wall until you're interrupted.



"Well? Are we just wasting my time here while you admire my office, because the fight pit is another place you can admire from the inside."



You quickly explain everything and your situation and give him the information that Rita wrote down for you. The bartender nods a bit while playing with his ring. When you're done, he speaks.



"Is that it? You wanted to hire two bruisers like that to cut up some barmaids? You're sort of new at this I take it. Those two would've probably raped and broke all their necks right in the middle of the fucking Flying Griffon. Subtlety is not their strong point."

"Okay so do you have someone else in mind?"

"Sure, got a mean ass Sotakan assassin that could easily do the job."

"A Sotakan? One of those lizard people? But they avoid cities." You say.

"That they do, but let's just say I acquired this one from an egg. The great thing about him, is he's completely loyal and doesn't require much. Just does what he's told."

"How's he sneak around though? I mean seems like he'd stick out."

"Hah, those lizard bastards have natural camouflage abilities. As they grow up they adapt to whatever sort of environment they grow up in. Now a regular swamp dwelling Sotakan would stick out, but not my boy. He's lived here in the city his whole life, took him out in the night to get acquainted with the surroundings while he grew up and now he's practically invisible when he wants to be."

"Okay well that's great, but I don't need them killed."

"Heh, maybe not all of them, but a couple may come back to kill you. I think I may have a little more information on the Flying Griffon than your barmaid found out. Frank's an unregistered wizard. Well wizard's giving him a little too much credit perhaps, but he's managed to snag himself a couple of succubae as barmaids."

"What?! He can't summon demons into the city! That's illegal!"

"Oh and I suppose what we're doing is?"

"Alright, but it's not only illegal, but it's a potential danger to the city."

"No, I agree. Demons tend to fuck up business and their chaotic ways are too much of a risk to deal with, but then again I don't have to tell you that."

"So…how do you know all this?"

"Because it's my fucking job to know shit that might interfere with business that's why. I kept wondering why some of my merchant contacts weren't stopping by here anymore. Frank might have some control over his ladies, but I know he can't completely stop their appetites. Rather short sighted of him really, it's not like they're going to be able to stop themselves from completely draining victims forever. They're going to eventually get out of hand and he's going to start having to explain to the Klyton militia why people are always last seen going into his place before mysteriously disappearing. You must've really pissed him off for him to resort to this."

"Yeah, I guess so…so where does that leave us?"



The bartender (who mentions his name is Edmond and is definitely more than just bartender) says that he was keeping an eye on the Flying Griffon and if he lost anymore of his merchant contact to it, he was going to act. He didn't before since as skilled as his lizard is, he's not sure if he can take two succubae by himself, in fact it would be easier to just try and kill Frank. But of course then there would be two unleashed succubae running around in Klyton and nobody really wants that.



Still, if you're willing to pay then Edmond will readily accept your money, and he'll have the mortal barmaids disfigured and the demonic ones killed. He assures you that unlike Mr. Reynolds this will be a straight up agreement and that the Crimson Talons will not seek to extort your inn in some way. Mainly due to all the Klyton militia and adventurers going there it wouldn't be worth the trouble. He doesn't need to risk some do gooder or gung-ho orderly type sniffing around.



Of course you've been overwhelmed by all this information. Part of you wonders if all this is worth it. You could wait it out, Edmond did claim that Frank probably won't be able to control them forever; the problem with this is in the meantime it'll still be cutting into your business.



With this new information you could also report Frank to your militia buddies, though this might be difficult without evidence. Still, you're on good terms with most of the ones that frequent your place and they'll probably investigate.

You wait it out

You tell Edmond that you think that you'll take his approach and wait it out. If he wants to do anything against Frank, well you won't have anything to do with it. Edmond nods and remarks that perhaps it's best you don't get yourself into this game since it's slippery slope that you're libel to get yourself in a lot more trouble that you wouldn't be equipped to handle.



Before you leave he trusts that you won't be speaking to anyone about your meeting, because if anyone finds out, it won't matter how many militia buddies you have. You assure him that you remember his pet lizard and that it won't be a problem.



You're able to get a coach back to inn, naturally it's a lot later now and everyone is asking you where you've been. You explain that you forgot to do something at campus for a class, which seems to satisfy as an excuse.



So you wait and time passes.



You continue to wait and more time passes.



Six months pass and nothing has changed with the Flying Griffon except they continue to do better than your inn and at this point you're just breaking even. Frank must have his demon girls under control because he's still doing well and Klyton militia isn't investigating him.



You wonder if you should take Edmond up on his offer, but then perhaps he's already tried to kill them and his assassin failed. You also ponder if you should report Frank again, but you shake your head. It's pointless now. You're losing a war that can't be won and you're ready to throw in the towel. Everyone working here isn't happy anymore, and you never wanted to do this job anyway. You wanted to go into medicine.



You approach your mother about selling the inn and she agrees. She apologizes that this inn ultimately became a burden on you, so she says when she sells the place she'll give you all the money in the hopes that it will help with your education.



Ironically your mother ends up selling the inn to Frank. She says he was smug the whole time but was willing to pay much more than the city would. It's a lot, but not enough to finish proper medical school. She wishes you well before leaving Klyton for Teckleville and tells you that you'll always be welcome at Enora's house where she will be living.



You decide maybe while you can't be a doctor, maybe you can still choose something in medical field, presumably something you'll be able to afford and not be as stressed all the time.



You ultimately become a veterinarian and feel a great sense of accomplishment. The only problem is they aren't in great demand in Klyton and the few that do exist in the city have the market pretty much cornered, but you do know of a place where they might need one…



You move to Teckleville where you make a living treating farm animals and pets like kitties and puppies. Occasionally someone has something more exotic like a purple tailed glittermane, but it's a quiet life for the most part. You eventually have a family and live the rest of your days there.



Sometimes you wonder what would've happened if you'd done things a bit differently at the inn, but all things considered it worked out.