Thread:Eureka Enderborn/@comment-25356210-20160321152037/@comment-26084195-20160325090419

It's a rather quiet place down one of the unimpressive outskirt streets that no one likes to talk about (not even the people that live there). The door is bolted, but when you knock, the door opens. Inside there are a few other people. Jaeger was there. As were two other men you don't know. One was a Human, the other a Dwarf. They were both sitting, but Jaeger was standing. He was too big in that armour for the chair, anyway. And there was a women in a suit at the desk.

"Ah. Please, have a seat. I'm Mr. Johnson."