Not far from the messy city of Nightspire, in a place everyone called Good Luck Charm City, there was a tiny secret group called the Black Nights.
They were super small, only a handful of people, but their boss was scary strong.
Nobody knew much about them, and that's exactly how they liked it.
Inside a dark, smelly tavern hidden behind a fake wall, two men sat at a corner table.
One was a huge, burly guy covered in old scars and fresh cuts.
His name was Zalanara. He looked like he fought bears for fun and won every time.
The other was the same creepy masked man from before, black robe, white mask with the giant twisted grin, hood hiding everything else.
Zalanara took a big gulp of his drink and laughed loud enough to shake the table.
"Are you really telling the truth? Did Great Sanachi actually think that highly of me?"
The masked man chuckled. "Yes. He said only you can be trusted for the big mission coming up."
