Upper Central/Highest Towers/Lyrander Tower
Far, 27 Rhaan, YK 998 (Early autumn)/1910
Weather: Temperature normal for the season (cool), no wind, light rain (outside the towers)
Sergeant Vilroy gave Liutbrand a look.
“Just do the damn job, Torrn. I got the rest handled,” she said, shoving the scroll case with their papers and the pouch of 150 gold pieces. (25 gp each) Then she stalked off, disappearing from the airship platform and into the crowd.
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OOC:
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Assuming you catch another Orien coach, it’s 2 cp per person, or 12 cp total. Someone pay.
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An hour later, the inquisitor team stepped out of the Orien coach in High Walls, Tavick’s Landing. The stench of body odor, garbage, and tobacco mixed together in the streets. High walls cut this district’s crumbling, vandalized buildings off from the rest of Sharn, though towers rose over the walls like imposing sentries. Many people stood idly on street corners, eying the Plumber’s suspiciously and keeping to themselves. It was simple enough to find a resident who knew where the Cog’s Carnival was, the only warforge bar in the district.
The Cog Carnival was a dilapidated warforged dive bar. The bar had a crumbling stone outside marred with graffiti that says things like, “Forged Are Scrap!” and “Leave, Metalheads!” Approaching the door, an old warforged with a carved chunk of wood replacing a severed foot stopped them.
The warforged pointed at Ogham.
“You can go on in fer free,” he said, then looked at the others.
“The rest of yeh, it’ll be five copper.” he held out his hand to collect the money.
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[spoilers=Characters]
Liutbrand
Korra
Alara
Rotom
Ogham
DePoe
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