With the dawn of a new day, a raucous cacophony of garda horns sound into the air in the Market District of the Grey City. Booted heels sounding on stone resonate as vigilant garda are dispatched to the flurry of commotion that stirs from within the Broken Bell Inn. Rumors, as they often do, grow rampant of the cause of the ruckus and activity as reports of incensed ravings and cursing of the notoriously malcontented proprietor, Igor, spread. The inn, frequented by many a thirsty and weary garda themselves, has been purportedly the victim of vile skullduggery. What, specifically, transpired and who was the culprit remain shrouded in mystery – the details being only the purview of those involved and the investigative guards seeking justice.