A piece of paper is pinned up on the sign outside the old Gambling Hall, as well as a few other prominet spots in Lower.
The Dirty Nancies
The menace of Ledskir's been rid from Lower. The man you've come to know as Leslie Ubel killed the Miserly Maergir himself, and before that, the drug peddling Apathetic Annie. What's worth to mention though, is that he didn't do it alone. The Dirty Nancies fought at his side, and together we bled for Lower. And altough things seem to have settled down since then for you all, it hasn't for us. We're still bleeding. Leslie, whether a true Ubel or not, together with many others who faught at our side and proudly wore our colors are now dead.
What it comes down to is Lower left for it's own business, but we all know that's not going to last for long. The cruelty of the Upperfolk's Sheriff can't be ignored. We did spit in his face, and for that he put us to the sword, just like Dhogur did many years ago. At the same time, threats of an invasion from the bastardly Tyr-men on their Hill is rumored about. The spirit of Nancy lives on in us, and we'll stand up to these tyrants when the time comes, but what we're asking here is if you'll be standing there with us?
My name's Crocodile, and I'll be around the scraps of the Gambling Hall, ready with a drink and a chat for anyone who wants it.