An overnight blessing from Auril has left
Cormyr’s coast from Dawngleam to Valkur’s Roar covered in snow.
In
Suzail, folk with coins to spare have braved the snow for Harbrittur's Librium, there to pay the two silver piece entry fee in the hopes of finding accounts of prior
speaking plagues among its expansive collection of books.
(The Crown remains tightlipped over events taking place in Immersea, other than to confirm yet again that the whole of the town has been sealed off.)
Dethra of the Docks sold hand pies and fingertarts that morning to patrons out of a large cart parked in an “alcove” in the snow near the entrance to the Librium (a space she “cleared out by hand that very morning,” if her word can be trusted, the snow stacked as tall as the scent-wafting fan atop her cart).
It’s an open secret that Dethra has a knack for remembering faces, and for a few coppers more will confirm if a person you describe to her was seen in the area. Folk who wish to remain anonymous need only pay an extra silver piece on top of the price of their purchase.
So steady was Dethra’s business that her sisters (Dalantharra and Duskreene) arrived by the tenth morning bell with a replacement cart.
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