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Peladus provides himself with a degree of magical protection. Ngikhnit quests with his nose, angling forward cautiously a little way ahead.The glinting points of light on the cobbles in the west of the Square turn out to be the fish scales of many seasons' catches, ground in too deeply to be...

Experiencing the smell yourself doesn't lead to any more precise insight than when Miss Lightpurse recounted her experience: undead may reek of corruption; the stench of ghasts can be strong enough to sicken even the strongest stomach; there are ghouls that lurk in the sea, preying on shipwrecks.

The group move out from the confines of the market stalls, and everyone's view opens up a little. Just a little to your left, there is a shattered lantern lying on the ground. The humans become aware for the first time of three smaller structures west of the stalls, little wooden shelters...

Having regrouped near the marketstall, the party provide themselves with a second source of light. Dampened by Pendrake's grip, the sunrod makes only a dull clinking sound when struck against the cobbles. The rod's light is brighter than Peladus' staff, but for the humans little more is...

Yeah, me too. It seems August 3rd is the common link. Already PM'd.

Ngikhnit miraculously shows no ill effects from his close contact with Orussus' most common currency.

On checking, Ngikhnit confirms that Pendrake's momentarily startling discovery is just an ugly dried-up bulbous-eyed spiny-bodied fish, inflated into a bladder about the size of a human head, and tied to the wooden frame of the stall with twine. The canvas tent otherwise contains just a wooden...

The group move forward towards the centre of the Square, pausing again to strain their senses, again with no result. Peladus positions himself to illuminate Pendrake's inspections while still keeping Quozen in view as the elf and Ngikhnit move further forward. Midias guards the wizard's flank...

There is nothing out of the ordinary to be seen or heard. Even so, the halfling woman seemed certain there was something in Spelding Square. Beyond the reach of Peladus' magelight, darkness hides everything. OOG: anyone?

The group head deeper into the Square, approaching the nearest market stall. Its front flap is rolled right down and tied off with leather cords at the bottom. Quozen moves a little way ahead, skirting the stall.The monk stops near the edge of Peladus' circle of light. Just a few feet beyond...

Pendrake moves up past Ngikhnit's shoulder, forming a three man cordon beyond the alleyway. All remains silent.OOG: I'm back!

Ngikhnit eagerly hurries forward. Quozen matches his speed with lithe steps. The humans bring up the rear. As each person emerges from the alley, the odour of Spelding Square hits them... not the rot and vinegar that Rollfar Lightpurse mentioned, but an all-pervasive smell of fish. The light...

The light from Peladus' staff drives some of the shadows from the alleyway and illuminates the stone walls of the houses all around. The humans can see about twenty feet along the alleyway. Quozen and Ngikhnit's sharper vision shows them its far end and a little way into the cobbled Spelding...

Spelding Row is in better repair than the street you have just come up. The buildings are stone, with slate roofs. If they look like fishing village cottages that once lay outside Orussus that have since been swallowed up by the spreading slums, that's because they probably are. Architectural...

Rollfar mouths a silent 'Oh' on hearing those names. "I heard, well, I am not certain. Slithering, slurping, a sound that makes me think of wet leather against stone." She shudders. "I saw nothing I can be sure of - the shadows drawn together into a hunched black shape that I lost in a...

The halfling cocks her head to make sense of Pendrake's utterance. "I hoped there might be guards so far up. This is what they're paid to do, you'd think, but they leave us to ourselves, except when they come to arrest someone. But that's about all they can do. I expected to have to run all...

As the stranger approaches, it becomes apparent that she's an unusually tall halfling woman, young and somewhat plump. She doesn't notice the group at first. She's spending more time glancing back over her shoulder than looking forward. Quozen's noiseless approach does nothing to attract her...

The main body of the slums – or the low district, to be more polite – lies more inland, but with the wave in mind, the group head away from Gillin's home in Crab Garth by the westerly street, back towards the shore. It crosses the main thoroughfare that in more respectable parts of the city is...

Gillin visibly swells. "Might have been made for a hero, but then I started swinging her," he says, with no more than a modest attempt at modesty. "But have you heard of the Covington Hag? No, you haven't! That's 'cos there isn't one, 'cos me and Mildred - and the others - didn't let her...

"It was the Lilies, wasn't it? Folk round here all knew the name - and'd pretend they didn't. But you don't see anyone flashing the scarf and expecting folks to jump these days. There's still a few of them around, but they're not so much bother. Seems the times have turned against them."...