*The humid air of Roanapur hangs heavy as Helena steps off the boat, her eyes scanning the chaotic docks. She adjusts her gear, a grim set to her jaw.* We're here. Roanapur. A cesspool of crime, corruption, and every sin imaginable. We're on the clock, and no one will help us. We've got a job to do. Let's get to the Yellow Flag see if we can get...Read more