Reporting as requested, you find a much less spartan briefing room. An intricately carved silver mallorn conference table, with room for each of the members of the 12th, rests in the middle of the room. At the front of the room is an elf, dressed rather unconventionally (for an elf). Before long, he proves his demeanor is equally unconventional. He greets you curtly. "Thanks for coming on short notice, and on your shore leave. Not like you had a choice, really." He grins. "I'm Lieutenant Vielar. We've got a hot one. The council has been in negotiations the last few days. One of the other SETs, the 7th, came across a book. A big bad book. Demon resurrection rites, blood magic rituals, spirit domination techniques, all the necromancer and black magic standards, all in one big nasty novel. Long story short, we need this book 86'ed. Unfortunately, a team of hopped up bursters, a few dragons, and the sharpest swords in the armory can't seem to put a dent in the thing. It's gonna take...well, we don't know. That's the problem. Plato's had his scholars poring over everything they can get their hands on. Erin Tarn's at a loss. And your boss...well, he's voted against this plan. Resoundingly. But he's a team player, and he's postponed his next assignment to let you guys off the reservation." He waves a hand, and an illusory picture flashes before your eyes. "This is the Collegiate Arcane & Magic Guild in MercTown. It's the best place we can think of to go and find out where this thing came from and how to shred it. Our plan is for you guys to pack this thing up, go do some rooting around in there, and see if someone knows someone or something that knows how to torch it for good." He looks at Dominic. "Snake Eyes...shit. I mean, Setnaja says you have a gift with hiding stuff, yeah? Well, you get the job. Tuck it in whatever little hidey hole you can come up with - " He snickers at something that must be funny, then continues. "- heh. Sorry. You'll know when you see it. Anyway, make it disappear, take it with you, hit up MercTown."
He waves his hand again, and the image disappears. "Problem with the Guild is they don't just let any old joker go fiddling in their library. We've got a contact there, but she's barely a foot in the door. You might have to hoop-hop to get clearance to get in. Money's not it either. So get there, look out for a gal named Lanasa. She'll make some introductions, get you further down the road. Do what you gotta do, but don't black the Legion's eye. And don't let anyone get the book."
He stands up and moves to a strongbox behind him. He lifts the lid and pulls out a massive black tome, roughly 3' tall by 2' wide and 3" thick. He lays it on the table and shudders as he slides it towards you. "Thing is all kinds of wrong." As you look, you realize the book is bound in human skin, and the pages appear to be the same. "Please, for the love of all that's good, get rid of this thing. You have your orders." He snaps his fingers, then continues. "Almost forgot. We've arranged transit. Got a zone ranger all gassed up and ready to go. It's a Silverforge special. Expanded crew capacity at the cost of some of the handling. It's big enough for the whole crew. Don't pick up any hitchhikers though. They'll be stuck on the roof." The oddball elf lieutenant laughs heartily, then continues. "You're gonna need a driver, too, so we've got that covered. You can't miss him. His name is Digrig. Name like that, he was destined to be a chauffeur. Try not to let him get Fundin-ed, would ya?" He tsks, shakes his head, then straightens back up. "Any other questions? Oh yeah. Much as he doesn't agree with the mission, Setnaja thought Missouri was best suited for lead on this one." He nods at Missouri. "Congrats, Prof. You're the boss. Don't get everyone killed, yeah? You leave tomorrow morning."