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Message: <blockquote data-quote="reddist" data-source="post: 2158642" data-attributes="member: 5212">The Evening Streets of the Wharf DistrictThere are many people out this early in the evening, running errands, doing last minute business, visiting friends, or finally leaving work and heading for a drink or three before home.  The cobbled streets of the wharf district hum with twilight activity and it is still well before that darkling time, the interim period in which the command of the streets changes from shopkeepers and dockworkers to thieves and whores.  Open dining areas and ale gardens take shape as people gather for food and drink and companionship.  Many seem reluctant to take their personal business inside this evening, and restaraunt proprieters indulge them with tables and kegs along the major streets.  Bran:  [sblock]The night air is cool and carries the familiar, comforting reek of wharf and rot.  The party at the Clam Shell is just under way, and there are still many hours before dawn.  Assuming you can reach the crafstman before he closes his shop, you have all the time you need to find Kaelin again and get back into her good graces.  Perhaps she might even spend the day with you tomorrow, purusing through bazaars and merchant stalls while breakfasting on sugary sweetbreads and strong, nutty Ichian coffee.  Thinking of how much she might appreciate just the perfect gift, you smile quietly to yourself as you wind your way through the crowds.[/sblock]Jaleph: [sblock] Once you leave the Clam Shell, you can easily spot the two men Marisa pointed out to you.  They weave through the crowds, slow and deliberate, intent on their prey.  Marking their direction and speed, you easily slip ahead of them.  You finally spot Bran, his distinctive purple cape fluttering in his wake.  He seems lost in his own thoughts, and appears to be unaware of the two thugs following him.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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