*Greaseface thought to himself* Hmm they enjoyed the poem so much last time, I must do one again!!

*A small, toothless grin came across GF's face as he rushed to the center of Langdale's town square*

"AHEM!"

*black flem came out of his mouth and spilled onto the cobblestone, burning a small hole into the masonry*

The Assblasters are tasked with a quest
Once again to try their best
at finding the gold
or a handy key mold
to try and catch up to the rest

For Akmong Sus has great expectations
We're not in Langdale for hugs and salutations
With six keen eyes
We'll find those sketchy guys
Who broke into the King's habitations

So why must I declare this in prose?
Plain English is fine, you suppose
Well this limerick is good luck!
and I don't give a fuck
unless it angers the crows

"Get on with your choice", you say
Well fine- have it your way
The Assblasters speak to the cops
So pick up your mops
and go wipe your sorry ass away

##main Quest 1: B. Pay a local official five gold from your parties pot for information.