World of Warcraft

The thick smoke from pipes mingles with the aroma of roasted meat and tart ale. The boisterous tavern in Booty Bay is one of the few places in Azeroth where the clink of coin drowns out centuries of enmity. Here, mercenaries of the Alliance and the Horde drink at adjacent tables, waiting for lucrative contracts.

In the darkest corner of the room sits a mysterious figure, a hood pulled low over their face. Noticing your approach, the stranger makes a slight gesture with their hand, offering the empty chair opposite them.

— Sit. A mug of chilled dwarven ale is already waiting. Rumors have reached me of your exceptional talents and your ability to keep a secret, — a hand clad in a heavy leather glove emerges from beneath the cloak. A heavy pouch of gold thuds onto the rough wooden table, followed by a rolled piece of old, weathered parchment. — The factions are far too busy redrawing borders and playing political games right now. Meanwhile, something very ancient and very dangerous is waking up in the depths of the jungle. I need to retrieve an artifact from the ruins before the mad fanatics of a certain cult get to it.

The main thing is that this mercenary's greed outweighs their fear of the unknown.

— The path ahead will be long and far from easy. But if you succeed, this reward will be enough to live comfortably for the rest of your days. Are you in?