On the search for treasure, your first tip was from the Society for Scientific Preservation. They want you to retrieve an old adding machine from an office building in the Finance District. The Finance District, as everyone knows, is no longer an operational borough of the city, after the event that the district council calls "The Great Nothing."

The Great Nothing was a night when the entire district was permanently flooded two stories high with water, due to a seventeen year long argument over which of twelve possible councils bore the responsibility for building a drainage system for their district. This debate ended abruptly after the councilmen all evacuated or drowned.

The council closed up the borough from all traffic, and insisted that nothing had happened at all, running a propaganda campaign that mocked the very notion that the district had ever had a drainage problem, and naming the day of the alleged flooding "The Great Nothing." To this day the public officials of the borough pretend that they still have citizens, and refuse to admit that anything abnormal has happened.

All of this is public knowledge, but the council still keeps their borough locked up tight. In order to scavenge the machine you need from this district, you have devised a fast route through the city sewers. Now you all stand outside the mouth of a tunnel that leads down there, making your final preparations for the trip.

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Bernard stared longingly at the entrance to the butcher shop, whimpering. Finally the butcher glares back at the mastiff.

"Hey! I'm serious! I don't want you anywhere near here until you pay up!"

Bernard sat up slowly, his tail lowered.

"But...but...I'm a dog!"

The butcher seemed unfazed that the dog was talking, but his grimace seemed to soften a bit.

"Listen, I don't make the rules. I just know that you and your buddies owe us big time. Go fetch that adding machine and you'll be on your way back to performing tricks for sausages!"

"Mmmmm SAUSAGES!" His tail started walking and he ran off in search of his friends.

River stood by the tunnel entrance, taking a deep breath as he waited for the others.  He took a look around, squinting from the light of the sun, still not used to the brightness of the outside.  It hadn't been long since he was bailed out of prison, but he was given no time to enjoy his new leash on life before he was tasked with paying off his debt to the great culinary and social power that is the Council for Tarts and Flans.

He leaned against a nearby wall, his brown hair in a mess, wearing a pair of ripped blue jeans and an old black sweater. He turned to the cockroach sitting on his shoulder, "Well, I guess this is it, Sticks.  The first step to freedom.  Like, actual freedom, not just another, slightly-less literal prison produced by the baking industry." Sticks, the cockroach, said nothing, like a cockroach does, but clearly was in agreeance.  The adding machine was the first thing they needed to start paying off the debt, and River was ready to make the journey through the underground and the Financial District in order to retrieve it.

Loomis scrambles down to the sewer opening, scowling the entire way. His recent diet of only bread has made him feel a bit bloated. He looks about.

"Hey there, gents. Ready for some hunting?"

"hello gents i see it's time to introduce myself! I am bio "the hero" wolf! And don't you forget it! I am the best chemist in all the land!" he says flamboyantly.