Corvus groggily awoke and realized he was face down in mud.

He hurt all over, and he had trouble remembering exactly what had occured recently. He put a heavy hand down and tried to slowly get up. Only then did he realize that a street urchin was hovering over him, trying to free his coin pouch. Seeing the sudden murderous look in Corvus' eyes, the urchin bolted away down the alleyway.

One thing was clear to Corvus, and that was he had just been rolled. Well, no... he still had his items and gold, and his spiked chain was still at his side. Odd that. He tried to think of people that he had crossed, of the ennemies he'd made. Regardless, Corvus wanted vengeance... and he'd get it.

Over the next couple of weeks, Corvus recalled odd snippets of a shadowy organization called the Web. Remembering details was difficult, for it seemed that he had "holes" in his memory -- perhaps it was due to his head getting bashed in. Regardless, he was able to piece together that he had belonged at one point to the Web, and he knew that he didn't belong now. It was easy for him to see the truth... he was finally happy, for now he had a target for his vengeance...

He consulted with healers, with druids, and even with seers. He was an adventurer, and had friends who could help. He put together his lost memories, and he knew what he had to do next.

He stepped into a bar in Havenhill and headed to the bartender. Dropping 20 gold, he told him quietly "A round of drinks for everyone here. When they ask who paid, direct them to me". He then moved to a table near the corner of the room.

The trap was now set. When people inquired as to why he had paid for their drink, he'd tell them about Spyder with whom he had trained close to a month with, about his contact Salleah that he had trained under afterwards. That he had become a "thread", meaning an agent, and that threads were organized into cells that they called "strands". He'd tell them about the criminal activities and torture that the Web did to extract information. About his treatment when he said he wanted out of their organization. He would repeat this in other bars once he was done here...

Most people probably won't even believe him, he thought to himself, but for a couple of gold these people would hear his words, and he knew that some people would pay attention. Either members of the Web would come and try to persuade him to stop, or he'd spread the word, slowly but surely...