You approach the Watcher tentatively. The hooded face turns to you. So do the dimly glowing eyes behind. A sense of power exudes from them that has you mentally checking your Company's positions in the room.

The Watcher's voice, when it finally speaks, rasps across the room, "I come bearing a contract for you, Oathsworn. In obligatum. Your recent successes have earned you much trust with the Crown and a matter has arisen that requires only the most dependable assets. Glimhollow, an amber harvesting village, has gone silent. You will investigate the reason why. If they are besieged, free them. If they are rebellious, tame them. If they are dead, avenge them."

In obligatum, again. Most Free Companies see no more than one in a lifetime but you have had two back to back. You have heard whispers of Free Companies being 'chosen' by the Raven Spire for special attention. Every contract survived, only proving the value of the Company, and increasing their chance of being 'chosen' for the next vital mission. For these unlucky souls, the cycle was usually only broken in one way, death. Casting the thought aside, you focus on the task before you.