Some like it Hot

The cultured, extravagant, beautiful, once-was capitol of Fiore now crawling with the jar heads of the Magic Council. Roejaster pulled his hat down and collar up as he walked through the busy streets of Crocus. Ranor wanted him to check out a tip he got from one of his contacts, people had gone missing without much of a trace. According to the contact, it had been rather recent so the seekers hadn't looked into it quite yet. Of course this was Pro-Bono, which meant no pay for the gunslinger. Roejaster had a suspicion that Pops literally thought you could buy things with favors and good will. Though Roe hadn't been in Crocus in a long time so why the hell not, besides somtimes it takes an outlaw to dish the law out.

The contact was an old retired soldier who told Roejaster that at midnight, every night for the past 3 days, someone would walk out under the street light on the corner, the light would go out and they would be gone the next minute. Apparently each victim was holding a lavender flower.

The stars were out, though you couldn't see them as well here in the big city, plus 1 to Magnolia. Roejaster leaned over and plucked the lavender flower from the bush. He strolled casually to the same spot the old soldier told him about. Just as he walked under the light the bell tower tolled. Roe's heart started to race a little more with each bell ring. As the 12th bell rung, the light went dark. Roejaster felt his feet give out from underneath him, he started to fall. How was he falling? He was standing in the middle of the street?! The shoot fell further and further underground, until suddenly he hit something dark and he hit it hard. Roe's vision flickered a bit, slipping into tunnel vision. He saw bars, a few lit torches in a large stone room, there were cages on the other end, and dark figures approaching him "Y'all sure know how to welcome somebody" he got out, waiting for his vision to clear up and his head to stop pounding. "Seems this one is still awake" One of the cloaked figures said to another in a deep almost regal tone to his voice. The same figure approached him "Our apologies, we didn't expect a male to visit us. We usually get young women visiting us. Though I'm sure you'll do just fine." The gunslinger had to keep him engaged, until he could get some info out of him "I didn't mean to drop in unannounced, I was just out for a late night stroll". He suddenly caught a sight of more cages in the corner next to an underground dock, a handful of women and a man were bound and restrained inside a cage about to be loaded on the boat. Shit... A slave trade. Roejaster stretched his hand attempting to summon MERCY, though the silver light never showed up "You can try all you'd like Cowboy, but you'll be surprised to find that our nullification bars quite accomodating. Who ever your working for, is of no concern to us, since they won't be seeing you ever again."