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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Systole" data-source="post: 6249764" data-attributes="member: 93930">"All aboard for Gandling!" the captain shouts.  "That means you land-lubbers better get moving or I'll put me boot up yer ... uh ... o'course, beggin' yer pardon Mister Rahor, sir," he finishes rather timidly.  The elf ignores him as he picks up his kills and walks up the gangplank.The next few days are uneasy ones.  The weather is clear and the sailing is fine, and even though the captain and crew are accomplished sailors, they're -- quite frankly -- scum.  Meanwhile Sugar Sweet spends her time mercilessly needling the elf and as time goes by it's obvious that whatever leash he's on is frayed to the breaking point and could snap at any moment.  It's a relief when, five days later, the port town of Gandling comes into view.A few conversations with the sailors puts the town in some context.  A few years ago, Gandling was a simple fishing village. However, Venzan merchant ships have found it a convenient stopping point, in part because it's a convenient distance from Venza and in part because the harbor is broad and approachable.  As Venzan trade routes opened up with the West, business has boomed, and like many boomtowns, Gandling is filled with hastily-erected, ramshackle buildings offering services of dubious quality and even more dubious legality.  And while the Syndicate and the Crew are in constant conflict, both factions go out of their way to make sure the ships and their crew are completely safe while they're in port -- no one wants to attract the attention of Venzan authorities.<img src="http://static1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130918165848/livingpf/images/a/ae/Gandling2.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />The docks themselves are eerily silent, except for two groups of shifty-looking men who are standing deliberately apart from one another and eyeing each other with mistrust.  You suspect that these are the greeting parties for King's Crew and the Western Sea Syndicate, and your suspicions are confirmed when Sugar Sweet approaches one and Rahor approaches the other.  After a moment in conference, the two representatives return with a blind man in tow."This gentleman is Mr. B.H. Harson," Sugar Sweet announces. "Mr. Cato has requested a debriefing from me, and I suspect that Mr. of Clan Gregga is under a similar obligation from Mr. King, so we'll be leaving you in Mr. Harson's company.  He'll be able to lead you to the crime scenes, or wherever else you wish to go.  If you have questions for the Syndicate or the Crew directly, Mr. Cato or Mr. King will make time to speak to you.  Mr. Harson also knows where to find them.""Anywhere in Gandling you want to go, I can get you there.  And if you got general questions, I can probably answer most of them," Harson agrees. "By the way, you can call me Blind Harry, or just Harry.  Miss Sugar is the only one who calls me by my full name.""In the past week, there has been one attack on the Syndicate and one on the Crew.  Both crime scenes have been preserved.  You may wish to start your investigations there. And while it is customary to allow travelers time to settle in, we would appreciate if you would begin your investigations immediately."  <img src="http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/sugarsweet_100.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> <img src="http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/rahor_150.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> <img src="http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/BH_150.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Sugar Sweet . . . . . . . Rahor . . . . . . . . . . Blind Harry . . . .</blockquote>

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