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Message: <blockquote data-quote="kinem" data-source="post: 5261211" data-attributes="member: 24234">Kynar says "Good luck, Rezak.  No, if we fled, they'd just take it as proof of our guilt and send word to the other cities.  My sword would sure come in handy around here, if only I could use it."Rezak heads off on his own, while the others continue towards the harbor.[sblock=Rezak]Rezak makes his way back to Vinter's Lane, encountering nothing else unusual along the way.Vinter’s Lane is a dark and lonely place this late at night. The lane is narrow and foul, like most of the smaller streets of the city.  The air smells heavy of yeast and wine.The wine shop is closed now.  Instead, a lantern shines outside a small booth. It is the only place that is open. The banner along the side says, “Aristo Wine.”The only person in the booth is a fat, sweaty old man of about 60. He looks far less pleasant than the man Rezak had bought from earlier.  Around him are bottles and jugs of wine. The air has a sour-sweet smell.“What do you want?" asks the man in the booth.  He suffers a fit of coughing and hacking.Ten men appear, five at each end of the street. They all wear black hoods. They stop 10’ away from the booth.[/sblock][sblock=everyone but Rezak]The party makes their way back to the wharf, encountering nothing else unusual along the way.  You look at the ships, finally noting a small vessel that had not been there earlier - the “Jade Sea”.It is late. The sun has set and the remaining dusklight is filtering out of the sky. The sea wall and the city are behind. The deckhand, a wizened old man, does not look friendly. He snaps in a screechy voice, “What do you want? Who sent you here?”[/sblock]</blockquote>

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