Korvosa, Fireday, 23 Desnus 4708 AR. King Eodred II is sick, and has been so for quite some time now. His last public appearance was months ago and even though he never particularly liked facing his subjects, he has always been aware how important these events are.
People are talking on the streets: Some say the queen is behind this. Some say Eodred’s unhealthy and immoral lifestyle has finally caught up with him. But everyone agrees on one point: The silence from the towering Castle Korvosa is unsettling. There is trouble brewing in the lower-class districts. People are talking about a revolution. Some already openly declare their unhappiness with their current rulers: They call them a cradle-robbing dirtbag on his last legs and a stuck-up wench who does not even care about the city. The city is perched on the edge of anarchy. All it needs is a little push.

But the day-to-day life is hardly affected by all of this, as is usually the case with the royalty. And you certainly have entirely different worries today, for this morning you received a message in the most unusual way: It was written in bold ink on the back of a colorful card, about 5 by 3 inches.

Miikas “Twitch” Skiviks was about to start an autopsy on a body he had recently acquired and pulled back the burial shroud to find the corpse holding the card beneath its teeth. Surprised, he carefully removed the card and found a picture of a sick woman on the card’s face.

Sav Dunid was startled by a frantic knock on the door to his office and opened to find a suspicious looking cloaked figure hightailing it down the street. He was about to start running after him when he noticed a card lying on his dusty doorstep, showing a man, as tall as a mountain, carrying a slain giant crocodile.

Shakro was performing his morning prayers with his face turned towards the rising morning sun. When his eyes had adjusted again and the spots in his vision had cleared away, he was surprised to find his card resting on his copy of The Birth of Light and Truth, its face showing the image of a smith hammering away in an impressive forge.

The message on the back of your card reads:
I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells, yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate, and justice must be done.