(If you have a character you can use it here. Karl and Pandolfo are good to go. The noblewoman Jerbiton is good to go, but don't do any demony stuff unless you get some more people saying they are up for it. If you want to add a grog, make them up on the fly. Other potential players: if you don't get your act together soon, I'm reopening the game.)
The magi are standing on the roof garden of the covenant's warehouse, during a strangely sunny day in January. The grey clouds and biting winds that usually accompany this time of year have, temporarily, left to trouble the merchants of Visby and Hamburg. Women scurry in the streets, hanging washing, and in the docklands, men strive ot get little pieces of patching and mending done before the breezes return.
The magi are seated at one end of a circular table, with many spare spaces. They have a dish of brined fish fillets, olives ans soft cheese before them, and tankards of a local beer. THey are listening to a redcap, who, as is the wont of his people, is recounting trouble he had on the roads.
"It was barely three days south, by the ruined bridge that is now a ford? I was attacked by a faerie knight, in black armour with crow feathers sprouting from it. When he cut me he said I'd caught an illness, and that when the weather broke, he would ride the roads and spread the plauge through the lands of the human vermin. He was fast: I've fought before, but he was as quick as I've ever seen. I think the crows in the trees were egging him on, or were cheering for him. I know how strange that sounds."