Baldur's Gate Protectors
[The pages contain an elaborately illustrated story about a fictitious vigilante Flaming Fist called 'The Fixer' thwarting criminal schemes in Baldur's Gate.] 'About time you showed up,' The Fixer growled. His voice was like an ogre's footsteps on Lower City gravel: harsh, hostile, and wholly unmistakeable. The figure stepped forward. Another member of the Fist, an elf known only as Ghost - a master of stealth, forever one step ahead yet ten leaps behind. His left eye was missing; his right eye was haunted by horrors that would leave an ordinary thief raving mad. 'Don't act like I kept you waiting,' Ghost whispered. 'The Guild's nabbed Lady Durinbold's daughter. Word from the inside is Nine-Fingers demanded ransom - and she's planning on just returning the girl's head when Durinbold forks the gold over.' The Fixer nodded, his eyes ablaze with a fire that would have scorched even an archdevil. 'Let's pay them a little visit', he said, a hint of a sadistic smile playing on his lips.