Waking up from some strange otherworldly nightmare, Sprizzy jerked to his feet. Lawyers? Elder Gods? Court?... did he accidentally poke himself with a sleeping dart or something? Yet at the same time it didn't feel fully like a dream....

...Whatever, there wasn't any profit in idling around. [u]It was time to locate his next target, as he looked around for any (wealthy) persons of interest to swindle.[/u]