BmZuzu:

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The Cask; A dagger dug into the bar, papers strewn all over the floor and stuck in random places.
Missives penned in different handwriting, some with barely legible grammar. Some torn, some wet, some bloodied.
Someone keen on sending a message, but not very thorough or thought out.

'Callista is a murderer'

'The assembly cares not for your safety'

'Your councillor too cares for little beyond his beloved'

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Callista, Siridean, and Slavik are spotted in the tavern cleaning
up the mess of the posters and disposing of them.
Callista seems unbothered by the claims on the paper, smiling and
chatting with others as she cleans them up.

In the din of the rain, two mercenaries sat in the full cask. Hunched over, a bag of coin at the edge of the table to indicate for the drinks to keep coming. 

The bigger of the two spoke first in whispers  

“She never came back like intended. Guess that makes a free job for us.”

The other, a long scar ran across his face let out a low 

“Guess our client was right. Poor little lamb, unable to find her way back. Not that it would’ve mattered. ” 

“Aye, maybe a war wanderer got her. More gruesome of a death, at least we would’ve made it quick. Fucked to leave one of your own like that. ” 

“Maybe after this next job, I’ll head to Valkia, they’re insane out here.” 

A shrug, the younger one with the scar sat back. Content to sit and drink the night away, or maybe to forget something.

Eventually, patrons would see them head off towards the catnap inn. 

***

When leaving the Kataware shrine, those who went to pay their respects might notice splintered wood. As if something sharp stabbed the wall and was then pulled out. 

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A sheet of paper, thicker to protect it from rain, is left on the notice board. The script is kept thicker, but still elegant and from a trained hand.

It reads:

Reward Available!

10 crowns for information on the whereabouts of Lorenzo, otherwise known as "Enzo"
Otherwise known as "The Trickster"

If you have information please seek out Eryx Anore, or leave a note addressed as such in the tavern.

This poster has been torn down

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By the shipwrecks a woman's loud wailing scream
can be heard, ringing out once until all the air in her
lungs was gone. Shortly after followed a mans yell
much the same and then after that an odd howl.
No more sounds were heard from the beach.

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Perhaps a few had noticed a band of mercenaries leave the Spire in a wagon. Some other job, knowing the Van Pelts.

When next a few of those familiar faces returned, another tidbit of gossip passes through curious ears.

A well known knight; a servant of the Lady, could be seen carrying a limp, blonde woman in his arms, vanishing into the hospital.

Some say the usual bandages on her fingers were completely rotted through, and charred.

The stench of swamp was carried with them.

Weird, or maybe ordinary. Just another day in the Spire.

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Two pearls are taken by the waves, only one of them washes ashore.

CALLAN returns to the Spire without Chantie beside her side.

She seems to retreat into her shack along the shore, refusing to speak

to anyone, consumed by the guilt growing inside her by the day.

After her words are preserved in ink, they never seem to leave her lips.

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As the harsh weather of the spire has vanished
a new smaller issue has arrived. 
Several peoples homes or shops, seemingly keep being unlocked and left open.
Or if they weren't locked prior, they are now. 
Are people just forgetful and don't know what they did last? 
Is someone going around doing this?
It's hard to say. Regardless, each day it seems this issue continues
Perhaps the fey haven't left the spire alone after all. 

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After being in the Spire for a while now,
rumours have spread about Brynja.
They say she's a diviner, oracle and stargazer.
That she's able to peek into your future
and guide those who are lost.
Those of stonerunner origin or those close to her
would know that this is in fact true and likely.
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Are you uncertain of your own future?
Perhaps require some guidance?
Lost meaning and purpose?
Perhaps seeking out this greatling
would be beneficial to you.
Afteral, what do you have to lose?

Aralei has been cooped up at home for a couple of weeks, and has not been accepting visitors. Her family has stated, in hushed voices, that she's been really overwhelmed and isn't feeling well.

But rumor has it that she has finally emerged from her home. And seems... totally fine? If anything, she's got a bit of an... ethereal glow to her. As if she feels more connected and grounded to the world than she was before.

The old floaty, absent-minded Aralei seems more... focused. If still awkward.

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The doors of a warehouse just before the Guardhouse and the Spire's North Gate remain open.
A small sign hangs above it with the words - 'Ranger's Workshop'

Any planning a trek out into the Southern Reach's wilds or returning would find a warm hearth
and a space to conduct any last minute preparations or a place to recuperate and divvy the spoils of the hunt.