All the Chant That's Fit To Print (S.I.G.I.S HQ) [D1, LM]

[Flession]

In the bustling newsroom of Sigil's Independently Gathered Information Service (S.I.G.I.S), the grizzled editor-in-chief, Gideon Gruffhammer, could be seen bellowing orders like a tempest, his voice carrying the weight of authority and urgency. With a cigar clenched tightly between his teeth, he exuded an aura of unyielding determination that kept his team on their toes. "Get me the latest scoop on the upheaval in the Lower Ward! I want pictures made, I want quotes, and I want it all on my desk five minutes ago!" Gruffhammer roared, his eyes ablaze with intensity. "And don't you come back empty-handed, or I'll have your hides for parchment!"

He continued to pace around the office, going thru the office like a man on a mission, yelling at everyone who dared come across his path.

"Where's that report on Rhaunades's library? I need every angle, every witness, and I want names, blast it!" he shouted, pounding his fist on the desk, causing papers to flutter like confetti around him. As the newsroom buzzed with feverish activity, Gruffhammer's resonant voice cut through the chaos like a clarion call. "I want that front-page story that'll rock the planes! This is S.I.G.I.S, people! We're the eyes and ears of Sigil, people, let's act like it!"

[Naila Drooten]

Naila dodges past a scurrying report carrying several pictures of an Aranea-man. It seemed like the obsession of someone.

She approached the bellowing editor with the slightest look of suspicion, associating loud and continuous noise with something akin to the opposite of problem solving. But still, apparently he was the contact to solve

The Mystery of the Frog Foodies!

And so whenever she could spot an opening the half-elf stepped forward.
"Editor Gruffhamer?" Nominative determinism strikes again. "My name is Naila Drooten, you've probably heard of me. I'm hearing regarding the helped wanted ad for 'Cullers' regarding the Slaadi incidents on limbo."

[Illiam'iira]

Illiam'iira, together with her looming black full-plate clad friend, makes her way through the mass of chaos that is the room towards the person yelling the loudest, figuring either they're in charge or know who will be. Upon seeing someone's already begun talking to him, though, she pauses to wait on the periphery, wanting to see what's said before asking her own questions.

Hoooopefully Quevlin'e isn't too menacing behind her. Hopefully.

[Quevlin'e]

Quev stands behind her with his spear in one hand and a glass of milk in the other. He has fitted a straw through the grill of his helmet and is sipping his choco milk as they wait. Menacingly.

[Flession]

Naila dodges past a scurrying report carrying several pictures of an Aranea-man. It seemed like the obsession of someone.

She approached the bellowing editor with the slightest look of suspicion, associating loud and continuous noise with something akin to the opposite of problem solving. But still, apparently he was the contact to solve

The Mystery of the Frog Foodies!

And so whenever she could spot an opening the half-elf stepped forward.
"Editor Gruffhamer?" Nominative determinism strikes again. "My name is Naila Drooten, you've probably heard of me. I'm hearing regarding the helped wanted ad for 'Cullers' regarding the Slaadi incidents on limbo."

Grufhammer looks you over. "Oh, you got the chant on the Sladdi movements? Phae, get over here!" He says and moves over to the next person in line.

"What are you two Drow doing here? We're not doing any more stories about the Demonwebs! Wait, are we? Llana! Are we still doing that exposé about the Demonwebs?!" He looks at you expectantly for a answer while waiting for a response.

[Illiam'iira]

"Uhm! No Demonwebs! We're not that kind of drow." The girl waves her hands in front of her as if to dispel the notion itself. "The paper said you wanted Cullers? He's interested, too." Illi gestures at Quev with her thumb. "I wanted to see if I could help with information gathering on the subject before any action is taken, and maybe help with healing and protection. If it's needed," Her voice softens with those last three words.

[Flession]

"Uhm! No Demonwebs! We're not that kind of drow." The girl shrugs.

"Well, good. As I said, we're not doing a expose on the Demonwebs." A woman's voice shouts back at him. "We're not doing one, not since the last group we sent in there had their intestines eaten from the inside out by a Bebilith."

He turned his head back. "As she said, we're not doing a expose on the Demonwebs."

He looks over at the big guy for a second before turning his head to the ladt. "So, you think you're a cutter. Look more Clueless than Cutter, if I'm being honest. Tell me, what makes you think you can make the cut? Talk of helping and healing isn't what we do. We report the news. The gritty kind, the kind the Hardheads don't want to get out, and some rumors we need to spread.. No time for healing and helping. Bleaker's and Indep's got a soup kitchen if you want help people."

[Quevlin'e]

"You are correct. The advertisement asked for cullers. I wish to cull, but my companion is smart and I have faith that she can help you get the scoop on this situation. Despite her nature, she will fight given the correct motivation."

[Flession]

"Clueless, got it." Gideon said, looking at Quevlin'e.



All the while, a Halfling comes out of the back and hops up to a stool at the front desk.



"Who's got the details about the Slaadi?"

[Naila Drooten]

"Who's got the details about the Slaadi?"

"I'm here about the Slaadi."
Naila finishes watching the exchange with the editor and closes her notebook.

"I understand that their behaviour in this case is unusual and something that merits investigation. Fortunately I am an investigator, possibly the investigator. Nail Drooten at your service."