A gloom about the commons.

  • There's an uneasiness of late that lows over the Historic District.
    Murmurs fill the Inn...

    It's been days since Feril was last seen begging about the Faceless.
    And Celic swears that he saw another pauper's pale remains at rest in the mortuary.

    Milli remarks that the Tiel family is mad with worry.
    Their youngest son having wandered out beneath the bright moon above the farm, a few evenings past.
    No doubt into the arms of his paramour Eni, of the neighboring Ediks.
    Neither of which has yet to return by all accounts. Perhaps they've simply eloped. That must be the reason.

    Drinks flow slow and thoughtfully...

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