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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dr Simon" data-source="post: 4738410" data-attributes="member: 21938">The bridges of Korvosa are busy with sightseers, the region has more of a fell of a festival than a riot, most are watching the events across in the city, although a few scuffles break out. Nobody bothers a group containing a tiefling and a fierce Shoanti woman. Trails' End is much the same as the bridges, a small community on the outskirts of the city, Trail's End is so named for the high Varisian population. It is meant as a pejorative term, but the "moths" as Varisians are called in Korvosa have taken the name happily, and there are many non-Varisians intermixed with them who are happy to have the party-loving wanderers as neighbours (but less happy about the Szcarni thugs)Initial enquiries are met with distrust, but eventually you get to speak to an elder woman named Vorena. She takes Zellara's head reverently and thanks you."The funeral rites of our people are not for gadje," she says almost apologetically, "Our sister flies upon the wings of Dresna and for that we thank you for setting her spirit free. She chose you, it would seem, so it is right that you should keep her Harrow deck. Of all of us, she was one of the best readers. It is a pity she chose to take her gift amongst..." she nods towards the smoke rising from Korvosa, then looks the group over closely. "You are all outsiders to Korvosa in one way or another, so perhaps you understand," she says. "Maybe Zellara saw in you champions of the forgotten ones of Korvosa?  Well, I will see to our sister here. You are welcome to stay until dawn. There will be dancing."Shortly, as you wander the impromptu festivities of Trail's End, with strange Varisian dances, drinking around campfires, violin klezmer music and quiet contemplation all mixed together, Tristan is accosted by a drunk who rushes up and claps hands on both shoulders."Neffi!" cries the drunk man exuberantly. He takes a closer look at Tristan's blurred visage. "No, you're not Neffi," he says. "Have you seen him? Not since Sandpoint. Hey, you're my best mate, y'know. Let's all get a drink!"[SBLOCK=Bael]Bael recognises the man, having had dealings with him in an official capacity. He is, or should be, a sergeant in the Korvosan Guard, a likeable man by the name of Grau Soldado. On a night like this he ought to be helping restore order to the city, not out getting drunk.[/SBLOCK]</blockquote>

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