The interior of the office is almost entirely pitch black, the richly appointed room lit only by a thin sliver of light that sneaks in through the curtained windows, and for a moment you almost think it entirely deserted. Then a narrow silhouette shifts in the darkness and a raspy voice calls out to you.
"Please, come in and shut the door," it says, filled with pain and regret, "I beg your forgiveness for the darkness, but I have the most dreadful headache."
"A tad too much enthusiasm for the Schaffenfest, I see," Ludo Edel says with wry amusement, closing the door as bidden and plunging you all deeper into shadow, "My apologies for disturbing you, then, but I am afraid this cannot wait. My companion is Markus von Bruner, of the Holy Orders of Sigmarite Templars."
"A pleasure, I am sure," Councillor Teugen says in his raspy voice, a pale and boney hand emerging into the light for a moment to grasp at a crystalline glass filled with rich red liquid. "Johannes Teugen, head of the Bögenhafen town council. Please, sit, and tell me what brings you here. In a quiet voice, if you'd be so kind."