"The usual place, payment on delivery," the gruff man in the shadows says, shoving a box into your hands so hard it knocks you back a step. Turn to protest and you find him gone, disappeared in the blink of a successful Hide In Shadows roll. Now you're holding onto this box which is shifting and making an occasional ominous noise, not sure where it goes or just how much trouble you'd be in if someone caught you with it. Uh-oh?