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<blockquote data-quote="Redclaw" data-source="post: 4434592" data-attributes="member: 53791">The rain continued to pour down on the dark-cloaked elf.&nbsp; He knew he was supposed to love nature in all her guises, it went with being an elf, but he couldn't help hating the rain.&nbsp; For someone who spent his time in equal parts on the roofs and in the sewers, the rain offered little to love.Tonight, he was on the roofs, watching.&nbsp; He wasn't sure what he was watching yet, but something was different about the city, his city.&nbsp; He couldn't find anything different as he looked down on the street in front of the Nereid, easily the busiest area of town after midnight.&nbsp; Everything seemed to be running smoothly.&nbsp; There was Ample Annie, calling out to passing sailors, and the usual collection of skulking forms just visible in the alleyways leading away from from the well-lit street.&nbsp; By all signs it would be a perfectly average night of death and debauchery.Frustrated, he stood silently and made his way across the roof.&nbsp; He would have to keep looking, but eventually he'd discover what had changed.&nbsp; He'd discover it, and find some way to use it to his advantage.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Redclaw, post: 4434592, member: 53791"] The rain continued to pour down on the dark-cloaked elf. He knew he was supposed to love nature in all her guises, it went with being an elf, but he couldn't help hating the rain. For someone who spent his time in equal parts on the roofs and in the sewers, the rain offered little to love. Tonight, he was on the roofs, watching. He wasn't sure what he was watching yet, but something was different about the city, his city. He couldn't find anything different as he looked down on the street in front of the Nereid, easily the busiest area of town after midnight. Everything seemed to be running smoothly. There was Ample Annie, calling out to passing sailors, and the usual collection of skulking forms just visible in the alleyways leading away from from the well-lit street. By all signs it would be a perfectly average night of death and debauchery. Frustrated, he stood silently and made his way across the roof. He would have to keep looking, but eventually he'd discover what had changed. He'd discover it, and find some way to use it to his advantage. [/QUOTE]

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