Qiana tapped her nails on the armrests of her throne. "It's not surprising that you haven't heard of them; they're a shadowy lot," she said. "And they are increasingly problematic. In short, they are a criminal organization of thieves and footpads and brigands and thugs and spies, lead by a man called Canis Rufus. They have grown in power exponentially these last few years, driving out or assimilating the competition. Their stronghold is right here, in Arca, but news has it that they have started to expand into Cerenis."
The tapping stopped, and she let her hand rest along the smooth, gilded armrest. "Some of my sources claim that the Wolves have eyes and ears everywhere--even among the nobility. Even, perhaps, among my own servants and guardsmen. Understandably, this is a problem. If they've grown as powerful as my sources claim, it could, indeed, spell serious trouble for Arca.
"What I need from you, Ghost, is to find out what you can about the Soot Wolves. Start local. I need to know if anyone within my court is connected to the Soot Wolves. Beyond that, I need to know the location of the Soot Wolf stronghold so we can flush them out like the rats they are."
