Sunrise saw rumors told by the few folk brave enough to enter
Suzail through the Eastgate on this cold Ches morning travel swiftly through the city. Within the much warmer
Montalar's Happy House, hardhands and day laborers shared their versions of the most interesting rumor of the day: Everyone in the town of Immersea, from the lowliest mist fisher to the highest noble, have lost their voices.
Friendly converse over a hot
Montalar-made meal is the norm for morningfeast inside
Montalar's Happy House. So it was that some patrons claimed the collective loss of voices in Immersea to be nothing more than an overblown tale. "Surely," said the day laborer (and mercenary for hire, in the warmer months) Elgrath Tarntel, "folk have come down with the latest Talona-blessed malady. Warm soup and a tenday's rest should see their sore throats mended."
Said the adventurer-turned-merchant Foril Belarshout, "Isn't winter for 'shivering, cursing, and starving' as the old saying goes? If the Mother of Plagues has descended on Immersea, I thank the gods she chose the Claw of Sunsets to do it. I've no reason to be there this time of year."
"Aye," agreed the hiremage (and morningfeast companion of Foril) Corlador Castlehaunt. "And 'spring is for planting and getting stuck in the mud.' If Auril releases her frozen grip early, you'll have to make your way to Immersea sooner rather than later. Our business can not wait."
"'Summer is for loving and fighting,'" said Elgrath. "Foril, will you have need of hireswords in the warm season?"
"Yes," said Foril. "And in the springtime, if the roads thaw sooner than planned. Perhaps whatever is occurring in Immersea will be over by then."
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