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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dr Simon" data-source="post: 4933742" data-attributes="member: 21938">Kroft pulls on her lower lip."No," she says after some thought. "We are nominally on the same side as the Hellknights. This city is shaky enough as it is. If the citizens see the lawkeepers fighting each other.... No, if Ms. Sabor is captured we shall have to rethink. Make sure we don't have to.""I can see you some of the way, but I have to coordinate some things in case you manage to capture her," says Vencarlo. "Look for a lithe, boyish woman, mid twenties, short blonde hair. She'll be the one looking frightened," he adds with a grim smile. He frowns, then takes off his left glove. It is fine kid leather with a discreet "VO" monogrammed on the cuff. "Give her this, she'll know you come from me," he says. "Top floor, 42 Moon Street, Midland. Hurry!"You dart through the streets of Korvosa, occasionally ducking patrols of Hellknights clanking through the city. A wing of Sable Marines sweeps overhead on their hippogriffs. Raised and angry voices sound from various parts of the city. It would seem that some citizens are using the excitement as an excuse for their favourite hobby - running amok.Moon Street, Midland. A part of the city where tall buildings are densely packed, and light at street level is shaded and dim. High overhead, catwalks, lines of laundry, ropebridges criss-cross the streets to form a high-level subcity all their own. The Shingles.</blockquote>