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Message: <blockquote data-quote="haiiro" data-source="post: 1769819" data-attributes="member: 1891">Belvemma's RowRelaying Thissiken's message to De'lea, Tuggle quickly ascertained the location of Belv Row -- which was actually Belvemma's Row, a small district populated by herbalists, potion-brewers and the like. They decided that De'lea would head straight there, while Tuggle ran back to Farry's Port and rounded up the rest of the Follies. If they had trouble linking up in the Row, they'd meet at the closest lavender shop.Returning to the inn, Tuggle found Talishmere entertaining drunks with an account of Torm's defeat of Bane, and Vicktor on his way to becoming a drunk himself. After breaking off Jaehn's mediation session upstairs, Tuggle left a note with the barkeep for Cupric and Artemis: "Belv Alley - South end of city...quickly! All but you two are there for our friend. - Tuggle."He tried to strike a balance between being informative and giving away too much to the barkeep, and did a fair job of it -- which was really too bad, because after the barkeep received his tip (one copper piece), he looked highly unlikely to deliver the message to anyone.Since Tuggle's familiar, Thss, wasn't terribly well suited to the role of advance scout, Jaehn dispatched Drake to Belvemma's Row. The raven's instructions were to find Thissiken, make as much of a racket as possible, and then lead Thissiken to De'lea.As Drake picked up speed and flapped off over the rooftops, Vicktor, Jaehn, Tuggle and Tal headed for the Row with all possible haste. By the time they reached it, half a candlemark (thirty minutes, to one of Gond's clockmakers) had passed since the Follies received Thissiken's missive.Belvemma's Row turned out to be a large open-air bazaar jammed into a crowded, twisting maze of narrow streets, alleyways and courtyards. Where the buildings leading up to it tended to be two or three stories tall, those in the Row looked to be rarely more than a single story in height. Nearly every building sprouted an awning or two, under which vendors stood behind stalls; between open doors and curtained entryways were peddlers with their wares spread out on bolts of cloth, vying for space with those who had set up tables.The Follies were immediately assaulted by a range of strong smells -- and given the sullen and unsavory atmosphere of the Row itself, being assaulted by the vendors themselves seemed fairly likely. In fact, it had been clear for some time before arriving in the Row itself that they were not in a very good part of the city. Still, the Row itself made the surrounding neighborhood look positively inviting -- and noting this, De'lea focused her will and detected evil in the direction of the stalls.Of the dozen people she could readily see, every one of them radiated an aura of evil.At about this time, the Follies converged on De'lea, and Drake emerged from the Row, cawing loudly and herding Thissiken in their direction. He ran up to them at full tilt and barreled into Tal. Clutching one of Tal's legs, he began shouting: "Wehaveto getaway! He'safterme! Youhaveto helpme!"Somewhat skeptical, the Follies nonetheless calmed him down and tried to find out exactly what was going on. After a few moments, a description of his pursuer emerged: a tall man, well over seven feet, dressed entirely in white. Although no one fitting this description was visible from where the Follies were standing, Thissiken seemed to think that he was heading in their direction.At Jaehn's command, Drake took off and did a quick reconnaissance flight over the Row -- reporting back almost immediately that a tall man in white was indeed on his way to pay them a visit.</blockquote>

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