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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aldern Foxglove" data-source="post: 5422438" data-attributes="member: 97308">Corporal Lorrazio looks over the assembled group, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a greasy finger as he does so.  Finally he sniffs and puffs up his chest officiously.<img src="http://www.skyone.co.uk/hogfather/images/nobby.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> "Right, well I s'pose you lot 'll do.  Follow me then, we're goin' te the Planks so if ye don't want filth on yer fancy clothes might be best te swap 'em.  Best take a copy of the Glass Trumpet to, likely be more more use te ye tha ole Burppe Handso will be."  He pauses briefly to allow anyone who wishes to to change, and shaking his head at those who do not - apparently having a quite undemanding idea of what constitutes "fancy".  When everyone is ready he sniffs again, and sets off at a lazy saunter.Ten minutes later and the group move away from the docks and their salty tang, and into the unpleasant mix of sea water and human effluent that gives the Ranocchio its delightful odour.  The buildings here are mostly in disrepair and ragged young children watch the group pass with wary eyes from stoops and alley ways.  Shoddy gondolas, much patched, or entirely cobbled together from detritus limp awkwardly along on the water ways, their pilots invariably shabbily dressed and but well armed - and ostentatiously so.And instead of the neat bridges that populate the rest of Venza crude and worryingly wobbly planks provide the only means of crossing the endless canals.  Some residents even carry their own planks with them.The group pass a number of gangs of young men, either bare chested or wearing sleeveless vest to display remarkable collection of tatoos - mostly lurid colorful things that ought not to be seen by children.  Lorazzio waves lazily to a few of these teens, but they ignore him and the Corporal urges anyone who slows to keep walking.Eventually you reach the Guard station, an odd conical building with peeling white paint, boarded up windows, and a number of beggars sitting besides the entrance holding out their bowls.  Lorrazio urges you on into the building and takes you through a long curving mildew stained corridor to an office.Here a fat man sits behind a desk, wearing what he clearly hopes is an expression of alert attention - the lie is lent by his red nose, and constant blinking.  The whole room reeks of strong spirits and body odour."Ah gentlemen, and er, lady, uh, gnome?  Its a pleasure to meet your aquaintance.  I am Commander Beppe Handso.  I wish you to deal with the problem of the murders here in the Ranocchio.  My men have tried their best, but they send me only the dregs you see, a poor workmen has poor tools as they say.  I should be in the Roses, not here...  its not fair...  What was I saying?  Oh, yes, solve the murders and I'll give you lots of gold, lets say two hundred and fifty gold pieces each!  And there's a reward to, but I can't quite recall what it was...  lots of gold hey?  You like that hey?  So solve the murders!"<img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:H1S0mBvXBAK1GM:http://www.facebook.com/profile/pic.php?uid=AAAAAQAQvM4niM17JalVgUn02aFDlAAAAArEmmHQ-X8_AxzLHIYx3IJv&t=1" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> </blockquote>

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