Tuesday Night Fantasy Grounds
Farone Private Eye
“My pipe smoke mixed with the smoke of a firebolt I accidentally shot into the drapes. If business was as good as my aim, I’d be broke by the end of the week. Instead I’ve got an office in the worst part of town and a nasty relationship with a string of collection agents. My line of work isn’t easy…I’ve got eight slugs in me. One’s from an old crossbow wound; the rest are bourbon. The drink packs a wallop and I pack a wand of fireball. No charges. It’s a tough job; too bad I’m not a tough guy. But I know people for that.”
Those who think they have power take what they want. I can get it back for you. Gold, information, magic heirlooms, rare books, whatever. If I can find it, I can retrieve it.