With edit notes for Accord Keeper privacy. Please review for classified information before sending to the Observer. Also, censor all of Clayton’s cursing!

Mission: Train Job
Accord Keepers: Gregorius, Tommy, Lloyde, Eura, and Clayton [REDACTED]
Objectives: Protect an anonymous VIP
Outcome:
After we were given our objectives and travel tokens by Saoirse our handler, me and our ragtag group set out in our stagecoach toward the lightning rail station. The stage just ahead of us was attacked by a posse of those winter kids from back home with their giant centipedes (See: The Children of Winter). Now what in the hell world would druids want with our caravan? That, I couldn’t tell you. We dispatched a few of them and the rest were captured by other agents. Well, we got back in our carriage and Lloyde one of my teammates kept on hurling, and it may or may not have something to do with his bag of bug meat that he chows on. We got to our station and boarded the train without further incident. Our watch was train cars 18, 19, and 20, the last of which was the sleeper [REDACTED]. I made my way to the back and kept my eye on some sketchy passengers while the others were doing fuck who knows what in the other two cars. I think I heard something about our a little devil- Tiefling girl slinking around in the luggage racks, and the big guy educating some gentleman and his wife about thigh-grabbing as a common Demon Waste greeting. Anywho, some loud dwarf there was one passenger who was fake-sleeping and a half-elf second passenger was getting a little too close for comfort, so I have each a stern talking to and I think that set em straight. On our third day onboard some weird-lookin lady gets on and starts mumbling to herself and me an my buddies decide she’s up to no good. Suddenly she turns into a snake and starts slithering up to the half-elf guy a passenger on the train. I plant myself between ’em and that bitch the viper strikes at my arm! Not the worst snake bite I’ve had, but man that venom was nasty. At that point, all hell breaks loose. There was screaming, crying, and lots of stabbing {<<<Maybe leave this part out?}. I think we were saved by the bell when we arrived at the station. Only that asshole with the bitchy wife previously mentioned gentleman, who was woefully undereducated on Demon Waste culture, died, but we were pretty sure he was no VIP.

– Clayton d’Vadalis

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