D&D - The Black Hand

Not really a relatable name, but it worked in BlueMoon's D&D group.

Stopping at a tavern for drink and rest, your nostrils pick up the distinct odor of burning thatch. You evacuate the building to see a man wearing white gloves crouched on the roof. You succeed in your pursuit of the culprit, and manage to turn him in to the king. But, before your crew may receive their pay, the painted windows smash as countless people fitted with black gloves arrive to rescue their comrade.
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