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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cage-Rattler" data-source="post: 3929151" data-attributes="member: 52785">Hagen gave a short laugh.  "I'd hardly say I've been 'making a habit' out of it."His expression turned thoughtful once more.  "Knowing the mask's origins may be useful to us," Hagen mused, "but I'm not sure Acheron's a place we'd want to travel to, if we can help it -- er, no offense, madam."  He set aside his empty tray of food and began to go through the motions of preparing for bed.István Angushtri:[sblock] ooc: Hide / Move Silently (Taking 10) = 33, 27.  Listen / Spot (Taking 20) = 26, 31.  The flour remained undisturbed; the milk, however, and a distinctly sour smell to it that suggested it was on the verge of spoiling.  Although the neighborhood immediately surrounding the boarding house was poorly lit, the gnome's natural night-vision countered the darkness.   His first inclination being to look for any avian spies, István scanned the roofs of nearby buildings.  A large, solitary raven perched under the eaves of the boarding house itself, silent and still, content to simply watch and wait.Apparently, they didn't manage to shake their follower after all.Roaming the nearby streets like a ghost, István assuaged himself with that fact that there weren't, at least, legions of devils preparing to storm the small inn.  The cobblestone street in the immediate area wasn't in the best of repair, and the gnome had little trouble prying up a few loose stones at an appropriate intersection.  The ground beneath semed to be hard-packed clay however, and in the interest of expediency, he had to be content to simply lay the stones over his under garment and stamp them back into place.  His ritual completed, István ranged a bit farther afield.  A few blocks off in the distance, a briliantly-lit tower soared into the sky, swirling fog giving it an ethereal quality.  Sounds of merriment wafted over on the wind.  Looking clock-wise from that, another large, cylindrical building several hundred feet high (noticeably shorter than the tower) loomed.  Continuing one's clockward sweep, looking back toward the boarding house revealed a section of the city that was nearly pitch-black.  Unsettling sounds and a foul smell wafted on the wind from that direction.  Nearer to the brightly-lit tower, the businesses seemed to be focused on art and entertainment: several taverns and restaurants an art galleria, a curio shop.  The buildings toward the cylindrical building were administrative in nature; offices, archives, and the like.  Toward the darkened section of the city, the buildings took on a more run-down appearance: seedy dives and warehouses, for the most part.  (In other words, you're in the Sandstone district of the Clerk's Ward, and I've been using your ever-so-handy Map of Sigil from Planewalker as a reference.)  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" /> [/sblock]=======================================Dinah directed Anthony to a section of the main room where they could make their beds, partitioned off by an arrangement of drawable curtains.  Lilly found him there presently, an odd look of distaste on her face as she drew up to him."Sodding bariaurs and their sodding vegetables," she grumped as a way of explanation.  "Don't they eat any real food?""So what's the rig, Tony?  We setting up kip here tonight?"</blockquote>

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