I managed to get away from the giant douche. I then wondered around the party meeting people for a couple hours before finally meeting up with Rocinante.

“Hey Nick. so how was your conversation?”

“Don’t, just don’t. I’ve never had to exert more self control in my life. So don’t bullshit me and let's just share information.”

“Wow, he was that bad? I really am a good judge of character huh. I knew he was gonna be annoying.”

“Please stop. I am really drained so please just stop.”

After the back and forth we proceeded to share our intel. As we were talking there was a loud crash. And what we turned we saw was a huge chandelier on the floor with several people crushed. I immediately start to look around and see two people who clearly do not belong. One was lanky, had a large blond mohawk, and was in leather clothing. The other was well built, bald, and wearing sweatpants with a tank-top. The doors then slam shut with a loud bang.

“You people are now our hostages. Now get on the floor and or die in the name of the holy one. Hahahaha” Said the lanky man in a high pitched deranged voice

When one person tried to subdue him, the bald guy got in his way and punched him. That one punch obliterated the head into chunks of flesh. With that panic spread and some people tried to open the doors but they ended up just falling over for no notable reason. The rest just proceeded to get on the floor and wait for what’s to come.

During this Rocinante pointed out the tattoo on the of both them. It was a skull with a heart in the background. This was the symbol of the Genesis cult, a group bent on destruction. They have been quiet the past few years because of the imprisonment of their leader.

My luck can’t get any better.