Jackson, Mississippi is a booming town. Speculators are searching high and low and all along the Pearl River for natural gas. The railroad's coming through with the new Union Station, and with it comes a wave of new workers - farm hands and the unemployed looking for a paycheck, mostly, but some out of towners, too. It's not helping the tension thrumming in the city much at all - and with railroads, too, come adventurers. Adventure's mostly dried up since the turn of the century. Dragons are either insured against or negotiated with, and the gold rushes of the 1800s plumbed most dungeons dry. Still, there's a thrill to it, a sparkle of days mostly consigned to the history books, when people unhappy with today claim surely things must've been better. Adventurers are just about as exciting as bootleggers (and, though high society won't admit it except with a wink and a nudge, are often the same thing), and it's adventurers the mayor and his friends are entertaining today at the new and luxurious Hotel King Edward.
The mayor of course, wants every - sanitized - juicy story, and to know the tall tales of the guests of the hour.