"You do realise, Abbot" said Joy, "that this means someone is going to stab someone else in our temple and it's going to be our problem."
Royce looked suprised, but of course that would be where Joy's mind went.
"Just to make it clear, I'm not saying we shouldn't do it," she continued. "But.. I've met people. And adventurers. The people who answer this sort of call are all going to be maverick enthusiastic types who think they're amazing."
"You'll enjoy that." Royce quirked an eyebrow. Joy reddened slightly.
"That was only the once, and he was right, he was amazing..."
She shook herself. "Have you considered some sort of Rite of Sending beacon direct to the magistrates?" she grinned impishly. "Can I plead guilty to a string of assaults with a defence of keeping the peace in advance? Might they sell tickets so I can just tear one off every time and send them it?"
"Joy, I might almost think that this is making you more enthusiastic about the idea."
"There's a very, very few things I miss about a life of crime..." She grinned once more. "Shall I draft something up for distributing then?"
Royce just nodded.
"A CALL TO ADVENTURERS"
Sister Joy's hands flew over the boxes of type as she read off the sheet next to her.
"The Temple of the Fivefold Way seeks adventurers, nosy people and scholars from all walks of life for a weekly Open Meeting regarding the rifts and monsters that have appeared around the Nation..."
The local battalion of the Army, Reformist cells and the Counts of Fiveways had even agreed to put some money into their scheme, all figuring that it couldn't hurt and might even find some solutions. Whatever happened, it wasn't going to be boring.