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Screaming and wailing could have been heard for a portion of the night.

The source of the commotion could have been seen full sprinting towards the gates, and disappeared into the forest

Her hair was green.

[!]

Lanterns are lit from inside The Siren's Song, the scent of coffee and incense wafting out of the windows.

The shop is re-opening after its long hiatus, it seems.

Rumors spread amongst bounty hunters of the Spire that a certain 500c bounty has been spotted around town.

"I think that was him at the tavern, calm as a sleeping bear in winter."

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In the week following the notices of death, during the hours of twilight, one might catch a glimpse of a figure traveling to the roots of of one the old standing trees in the fairgrounds. A collection of white tulips and empty wine bottles were left after each visit... Though ceased, after a time.

[!]

A retinue of Militia members had gathered and departed before sunset on horseback,
with four foreign prisoners shackled and riding with them.

Upon the retinue's return, the prisoners were gone. Replaced by Sergeant Konrad
and four merchant-looking individuals, likely freed prisoners themselves.

A successful prisoner swap?

Two smaller rumors surfaced 

A woman as seen leaving the Shrine in a mess of tears. She was then seen leaving the walls of the spire, but did not return for a few days. 

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[!] 

Shortly after the speeches at the wedding of Callista and Drenmir concluded, Thanatos was seen going home early after mentioning he felt unwell. 

Once he entered his home, he wouldn’t be seen again for the next 5 days. Whisperings has it, he’s fallen ill 

[ ! ]

Anyone walking past the Thelwen household last night would notice that it was full of light and laughter well into the early morning.

Seems the occupants had a good night.

[ ! ]

Passing rumors on the dock tell of a young man who fell overboard a ship departing to the north.

Amid the storm, no body could be recovered.

Melancholic expressions are briefly exchanged between dock hands, though work continues uninterrupted.

But another misbegotten soul lost to the tide.

[!]

Rumors spread of inquiries being made by the bartender who always used to take the night shift. 
Something about building connections, helping out where others can't

[!]

(If your character wants to talk to Meri about this possible new faction, DM me!)

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In the days following the Fesyla wedding and through the turmoil about town, the presence of a scarred, golden eyed woman is absent. A bartender's bottles of cheap rum left untouched, training dummies safe from tireless assaults by flying daggers. An unmarked home near the docks remains lit and warm with the scent of cooking - but it is a man's figure in the window, large and hunched with worry, rather than a woman's. It isn't easy to catch a whisper - for who notices, when a stray's gone missing?

But, for the few that did, only one thing is known. 

Whatever's wrong with her... It's getting worse.

A foot in the grave.