[b]Act 1, Recruitment[/b] A woman, old as time, examines an alleyway in front of her. Seemingly satisfies, she flourishes her hand from beneath her frayed and dirtied robe, revealing, or perhaps creating, a set of stairs. She turns and sits cross-legged in front of them, watching with empty brown eyes. In this light, her skin seems blued, punctuating the wrinkles in her skin with an unnatural black. She holds with her a black bowler hat filled with bits of paper.