"Hey Elspeth, what do you say we go to the local soft drink tavern and throw back a few pints... of ROOT BEER?" you say.

"Ah what the heaven, why not," Elspeth sighs.

An hour later, Elspeth is drowning her troubles as you blab about yourself. When you get to the part about the dragon, though, she finally looks interested.

"Wait, a dragon with a ball floating on his head? That's who I've been investigating!!" Elspeth says.

"You're an investigator?" you ask. "Uh... me too!! I'm a.. uh.. private investigator! We have so much in common! And I'm after this dragon guy, too!"

"Well, his name is Nicol Bolas," Elspeth says. As she does so, the sound of a record being forcibly removed from a record player heralds complete silence in the tavern. Everybody's staring at you two.

"Did you say 'Nicol Bolas'?" asks the bartender. The bartender is exactly like the one in the Fellowship of the Ring movie. You know, the one who was like, "We've got nice hobbit-sized rooms!"

"Why yes, is there something wrong?" your companion asks.

"There's been rumors in these parts, little masters. Rumors of trouble a-brewin' because of old Nicol Bolas," says the bartender, giving you a knowing look. "As a bartender, I'm privy to these things, ya see."

"What do you know of him?" you ask.

"Well!" he responds, "Rumor has it that Nicol Bolas is conferring with Gwafa Hazid, a treacherous rogue, to spread xenophobia and disorder along the borderlands of Bant's nations. Bolas, a resident of the Grixis plane, has recruited the demon-dragon Malfegor to lead massive armies of the undead, getting the hordes ready to invade the other shards and cut chaotic swaths through any living resistance they find."

"I heard that from old http://wiki.mtgsalvation.com/article/Nicol_Bolas over there in the corner," he adds, pointing to a hooded man in the corner who raises his mug in acknowledgment.

What do you do?

- Confront Malfegor!

- Go after Nicol Bolas!



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