You walk past the noticeboard everyday, eagerly awaiting a notice for assistance, however it seems that you are still unknown throughout the majority of town. You wait for your first action as a guild. And after not too long you get one.
One day a letter is pinned onto the board. You read it and it says “I will meet you here at midnight on the 27th of April.” It isn’t even signed. So you decide to wait there as a group for the man or woman who wrote this message.
At midnight, a man in a dark cloak arrives at your HQ, drops a bag of gold coins on the table, and begins to tell you the story.