Chambers shrug at Jasim's question regarding his health, obviously not interested in discussing the matter, and instead stare each of you down, as if evaluating you, briefly before speaking. "Bunch of misfits and crazy folk, aren't you? Not that I can talk, heh. Hmm... but you all know who the real madmen of this country are, don't you? Robbers, thugs and addicts. The murdering scum of the mafia, and the cowardly vermin -- cops and politician alike -- who would betray friends and family just for that extra bit of cash." He leans forward in his seat, tapping the wooden table with a finger. "You all know what I talk about; else you'd be up in outrage and out the door already. No, you know, and more importantly each of you are willing to do something about it..."
"I've brought you together to do just that. Alone you are skilled, and you've had a measure of success in the past, but together you'll be able to do more than just take on single thugs. Together you can do more than just inconvenience them, but you'd be able to truly hurt them. I am no soldier, not anymore..." He pat the side of his bad leg, causing a faint, but distinct rattle of metal to reach your ears. "But I can provide you with information and the means to rid this city of the murdering scum who dare call it theirs."
"What do you say to that?"