Event on Quadruplets

A fat, greasy fighter approaches. With a chubby, chinny, nasty, and downright ugly smile, he asks, "Did you pay taxes on all of those weapons of yours? No? Ooooooh... I'm sorry, but it's going to cost you." With a laugh that sends you reeling with nausea (did he really have to use THAT much garlic?), he pins a piece of paper on your tunic.