Khyne watches the reactions to his entrance with sinister amusement. "The mission? This is far more complex than merely a 'mission'."
He turns smoothly to Drax, smiling like a diplomatic shark. "Master Smythe, thank you for joining us. I understand that these are not your usual haunts, but I appreciate that you have agreed to meet here. I am led to believe by certain..." he muses, "mutual friends, that you might be willing to join this motley crew I have assembled."
Turning back to the group, he opens his arms grandly with a wide grin. "My friends, this is not a mission, this is an opportunity!" Then he drops his hands and leans against the desk, suddenly deadly serious. "The High Arcana games begins tomorrow. I assume you've heard of them?" He smiles briefly at his own joke, and holds up the symbol of the Magi around his neck. "I will be sponsoring a team for the Games. The seven of you will be the members. But mark me: the goal is not to win."
Khyne looks at each of you in turn. "Oh yes, we want to win, of course. But that's not the reason that I am forming this team." He leans forward, and his voice drops to a stage whisper. "We have gotten word from our informants that the Red Lotus seeks to infiltrate the Magi by winning the Games. You will find them, trace them back to their shitholes, and destroy them -- along with the rebels who recruited them." He pauses for emphasis. "Do I make myself clear?"
