[b]Name:[/b] Keith
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]Class:[/b] Warlock
[b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 1 / Morning 
[b]Location:[/b] The Meeting Spot in the main lounge of the Greased Oak
[b]Tagging:[/b] [@Holy Soldier][@liferusher][@JackalopeLove][@KoL][@Raizin][@Ayemdar][@Vec][@Zelosse]

Since there did not appear to be any objections to his power grab (And even a few voices supporting him), Keith rolled his shoulders a little before he stood up and walked over to the 'Quest' Board. Looking over the possibly tasks that he could take on, he hmm'ed a little as his gaze landed on a scroll that spoke of some kind of plague outbreak caused by rats... monstrous rats... with rumors of something bigger working behind the scenes to cause the outbreak of both plague and rats. 

Truth be told the opportunity to do a bit of looting... maybe even some grave robbing if the pickings were slim ran through his mind (Or better yet, let other people do the dangerous work of actually looting the graves before cutting out the middle men) but they were quickly replaced by a more important concern; If he let this plague run rampant, people would abandon the city in droves and he would be forced to relocate much sooner then he had intended. Granted it wouldn't be the first time he had ever had to leave a place on short notice but it would still be a major personal inconvenience... and if some people disappeared in the aftermath clearly it would have to be the plague's fault, right?

Taking the scroll off the wall, he turned and walked back to the table before looking around at his party. "[color=ed1c24]Alright people, we've got ourselves a job. Gathering your shit and come with me... We've got some vermin to kill.[/color]"