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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aholibamah" data-source="post: 3934919" data-attributes="member: 53031">(I like the daisy story, cool and just slightly creepy enough to be part of local urban legend)More Fish Market Stuff:- children strong enough to push a barrow gather every morning to get cooked or cooled fish, crabs, clams, oysters and so on to sell by going through the streets hawking them. There is fierce competition for this, the children swearing and cursing at one another as they vie their streets. Because the city has a strong fishing industry this is one of the best ways to get cheap fresh fish. One of the biggest organizers of such children is Egan, a lean lanky man with a hoarse voice and an odd mix of finery and rags who rumor has it has a secret fortune hidden away. He always travels with a small gang of tough dockside youths who have graduated from pushing barrows to being aides-de-camp. He may be a member of the Thieves' Guild. - near the fishmarket is a bustling row of shops that support the fisherfolk--ropesellers, canvas and other clothsellers, coopers, and the stinking smoke reeking long building that brews tar. It is called Smokestink Row by locals. House Buras owns most of the rents on this street. - Older fisherfolk by local tradition often sit on the wharves fishing with trained birds. (herons, cormorants, ospreys, whatever) They are a good source of local rumor. One such is Salty Pete, a weathered old ex mariner who smells of brine and has a cunningly crafted wooden leg. Salty Pete has about 6 trained birds and is unbeknownst to locals a former seagoing ranger. He is content to tell lies mixed with wisdom and truth at a local tavern and act like he is just an old retired sailor, making a small living selling the fish his birds catch to people like Egan. He avoids trouble--perhaps he has a dark past or feels sorrow for something he did or didn't do.</blockquote>

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