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Message: <blockquote data-quote="MummyKitty" data-source="post: 2647083" data-attributes="member: 36179">KadramisToday, I added the weather to the list of things I hate about the city of Sanctuary. Sudden sea squalls had brought their broiling clouds laden with dark water without warning, drenching this filthy coastal city.  Unfortunately, no amount of rain can clean the grime and dirt from its buildings or people.  In my admittedly limited experience, rainy weather is not the best time to be a wandering healer for hire.  The action tends to go inside on a night like this, and rarely spills into the streets.  At best, I might see an increase in rat bites as the storm drains flood the sewers to capacity and the vermin seek drier ground in the hovels of the city’s inhabitants.  I’d started the day in the Bazaar, before the rains began falling. I wandered the narrow, crowded streets, watching passers-by and listening for the tell-tale shrieks of someone who had recently come to grievous bodily harm. But in the calm before the storm, today was peaceful in the densely packed market.  I looked at the high walls surrounding the Bazaar.  Down one of the twisting paths, through the crowds of people, I could make out the gate through the wall which opened into the Maze. Though number one on my list of things that I hate about this city, I could always depend on the Maze for a little business, and I was getting short of coin, so I went through the gate into its dark streets. Just as I started to feel the usual disorientation that visitors felt in that hopelessly chaotic place, the storm struck.  No time to return to my home in the stalls of the Bazaar.  Hopefully Alain would feed my horse, if he didn’t eat it first. Ahead, the sign of the Vulgar Unicorn beckoned.  I’d been there before, I think.  Chances are, if they serve wine I’d been there at some point, though I’m equally certain if served I would have forgotten it by the next day. Entering, I saw it was a slow night here are well.  Only a handful of patrons, none of whom I immediately recognized, were waiting out the storm or actually partaking in the food the place offered.  I was careful not to look any of them in the eye.  They don’t like that around here, I’d been told.  I bellied up to the bar and put down my old faithful, flipped a shaboozh to the barkeep and grunted in Sanctan, Fill er up.I grabbed the jug and headed for a table in the corner, back to the wall.  Made sure my blades were handy and sat down.  Tonight was different from other nights.  I hadn’t done a single healing ritual, and yet, my head was clear.  I didn’t feel the pounding that usually accompanied my lack of faithfulness to the goddess. Maybe I was supposed to perform a ritual here tonight?  Who knows what Heqt planned for me?  I didn’t.  Never did.  But the headaches were gone, for now.  I uncorked my bottle and took a long swing of booze.  It went down just fine… Tonight was going to be a good night…</blockquote>

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