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Message: <blockquote data-quote="OneCrappy DM" data-source="post: 9819426" data-attributes="member: 7033788">The Crooked SwordMr. BlackYou push through the Crooked Sword’s door and the stink hits first, cheap ale, wet wool, and old smoke baked into the timbers. The place leans inward, walls bowed like they’re listening. Your coin purse lies in plain sight on the bar. Jane’s handiwork makes it impossible to miss the raven coat of arms stitched in dark thread, proud and precise, the sort of heraldry she swore would one day hang from your own guardsmen’s cloaks. Here, though, it looks out of place.  The culprit is already peeling it open, spilling your jink across the counter in a careless glitter. He’s trying to burn it fast buying rounds for a clutch of other cut-purses clustered close, laughing too loud, hands always moving. The bartender doesn’t slow him. In the Hive, it appears coin in motion is clean coin. Every step you take makes the room feel louder, tighter. Sound rings in your ears mugs clacking, some of your jink is already gone, traded for bad ale. Still, most of it lies there on the bar, scattered and waiting to be spent again.Just to the side, another group sits. Two men. One nurses a glass of red wine, eyes flicking from face to face, measuring exits. The other is deep into a long-winded story, gesturing, his voice rising and falling.Luke CindersThe Crooked Sword grows more crowded by the minute. From his corner near the rear exit, the dwarf slows his quill. The ledger closes just enough to look casual, but his eyes lift, tracking the bar now. He’s no longer writing he’s watching. The sort of watching that counts debts, favors, and blood. Beside you, the Prime snorts into his drink. “Tried talkin’ to him already,” he mutters, spitting the words back like they taste sour. “He won’t budge unless I help him find somebody.” He shakes his head, frustration cracking through. “Problem is, runnin’ a shop in Waterdeep don’t teach you much about huntin’ a wiry bastard through this place.”The dwarf’s gaze lingers, then shifts away just long enough to let you know you’ve been noticed.ArilYou witness a patron running in quickly magically changing their appearance before entering the establishment, this place is run down even for the hive.</blockquote>

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