C.A.R.P.S.

*a notice is tacked to the jobs board one morning obviously posted in the dark hours of the night whilst the town slept. It features a picture of a yellow rose with silver thorns at the top and some few words*

When: 17th day, 4th month, the evening thereof

What: a meeting

Those are your clues to where to go. You're once and future membership may depend on attending.

The orc leans down, curious at the new notice. Scratching his head, being unable to read the message beneath the rose, he pesters a few people in the tavern until someone finally dictates it to him.

"Me wonder what that mean...", he mutters casually while tugging on his bone-beaded beard. Having never seen a mark of a yellow rose before, he was clueless as to what or where it could be pointing to. That wasn't going to stop him. He had to know. Breaking thought, he turns and wanders to find his crew, and then to poke around...

"I would imagine if you don't know then it isn't for you."

The orc ponders. "It do seem strange. Me mostly curious. Strange picture of flower in public eye. Who not want know more?"

I don't really know, but if it's what I think it might be, you don't want to know.

You'd be bored. Nothing to crush.

"Heh. That is true. Me probably just bored. Sure there will be action soon 'round here anyway... always is. That why me like Midway. Never dull for long."