We’ve gotten wind of a confluence.” Apollo set the folder on Quorum’s desk.
Quorum pulled the folder over and flicked it open with his free hand. “All magical, astrological and technological signs point to one striking within the next week or so,” Quorum said.

It’s kind of creepy how logical you are. Sure you aren’t part Vulcan?

Try not to let them scare you too much. But, don’t forget, that they are scary people.

Thus the Guild of Villainous Reformation has three new apprentices.”
Ivan resisted the urge to groan inwardly at the Guild’s full name. He always thought it sounded like cult, more than a gathering of like-minded people.

All of us, together, are the unlovable, the unreformable. We, the people, who are deemed incapable of existing alongside society. But, we did just that in the forming of this guild. We have done more than simply build a place to sleep and eat and plan elaborate heists. We have found a place that we, at long last, belong. All of you remember how important that feeling was the first time you truly experienced it here… This guild is more than just an organization and a council and various members. To me, from the beginning, this guild has been a family. It is a place for people like us, the ones who had no place of their own. We made it ourselves, carved out a space in the world that we could call home.

Sooner or later, they’ll realize that having one spider in the house kills a lot of the lesser insects.