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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Friday" data-source="post: 5300748" data-attributes="member: 90051">The Plaza of the Houses was said to be the very heart of Kindle.  The cobbled square meticulously clean, with a visible presence of the City Guard. On each side of the square sit the Houses themselves, neat stone buildings that reach up several storeys. The architecture is simple, each House similar in appearance save for the brass plates describing whom resides inside.  Today, as the sun is high above, the Plaza is crowded. The City Guard are arrayed in groups, ignoring their usual guard positions and patrols around the Plaza. Outside the House of Manners a denser crowd has gathered, people murmuring to each other over sounds of a loud argument.  On entering the Plaza, Goble Fenn makes his way towards you with a pleasant grin on his round face. "Ah! Fine friends!" he exclaims, "Come! What a vibrant day is to be had in the Plaza of the Houses!" And we have not even made it to the Assembly Hall on, aptly named, House's Argument!"The fat merchant chortles at his own joke, and beams at you. The argument ahead becomes suddenly louder, a woman shouts something. Goble turns to look at the crowd around them.On closer inspection, the crowd is standing around two women and a man. The former are identical, one of whom is standing forward her face dark with fury. The latter is a tall wiry man, wreathed in black silks. He stands with care, light on his feet. He appears like a creature poised for flight."And what, Master of the Blades, is your explanation here?!" shouted the woman, jabbing a finger at the man, "Your assassins have come into our temples! They have taken lives of innocent acolytes!"Despite the anger on her face, the woman is quite beautiful. Olive skin and raven black hair that cascades down a white robe. The woman standing behind her looks exactly like her, save for a dour expression on her face. Her robes are dark grey and in a poorer state than the others'. "Mmmm...look there sirs, the gentle healer Phaedra is ready to rip his..er..ahem..throat. And her sister simply stands silent..D'rek cares nought for our losses..." mumbles Goble, watching the argument with interest. OOC: Again, I am sorry for the delay. Now...could I have some Notice checks please! <img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/laugh.png"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":lol:" title="Laughing    :lol:" data-shortname=":lol:" /></blockquote>

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