You have begun your quest.
You are at a dim carnival, peopled by eerie figures. The rattle of rides filters through the haze. The thick air smells like cotton candy and mildew.
Near you is a tall platform, with rickety steps leading up in a corkscrew. At the top, amid a small cluster of tables and easels, a couple of artists scratch away at their craft. A garish sign proclaims: “Gud Caricatures Heer.”
You adjust the collar of your overcoat against the light drizzle, and pull your instructions out of a pocket. They are simple, just two sentences: “Find the best caricature artist. Give him the password and he’ll tell you what to do.”
You walk up the steps.