(!) Sometime early in the morning, a familiar winged Greatling could be spotted departing the Spire to the North, though not crossing through town- and instead slowly limping down the beach. He will be gone for quite awhile. (!)
The rumour mill starts up again, this time regarding the Spire-town's detective agency, The Glass Eye. It seems the proprietor of the agency has been seen working more frequently, a new spring in his step and a strange glint in his eye.
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Something happened in the lower floor of the tavern, and the basement was closed for the night. Rumors swirl.
A fey, a well-known stubborn bartender, a call to the guards that went unanswered.
Maarten won't comment, and Meridy won't be at work for a while.
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Rumour would spread about a guard recruit having a mental breakdown after
a woglet stole her spear and held her at spearpoint for several minutes...
What the ribbit.
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A redheaded blacksmith was seen departing the Spire, clad in full armor, purpose burning in his stride.
He has not returned.
The forge has grown cold.
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Rumors spread of some particularly troublesome kleptomaniacrows repossessing people's jewelry and coin...
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Smoke drifts up from the camp south of town, but it's not Loth that lights the fire this time.
[DM me if you want to visit Meridy at the camp]
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Rumors begin to sprout up within scholarly circles. A sudden find of what looks like an unexplored ruins has appeared north east of the spire.
"That place gives me the creeps, there's something off about it."
"I heard you can hear the sounds of animals scratching from within trying to claw out"
"Some folks have said they tried to go in during the day, but the door wouldn't budge no matter what they did."
"I heard another group say when they came across it at night, the doors were wide open. As if inviting them in."
*This is for an event for the assembly members.*
However, more than just them would hear word of these rumors, as some mercenaries hired to investigate would come back, with something off about them.
Rumours travel with merchants arriving from Falstone; a string of low level crime plagues the mountain pass between the Faded Steppe and the eastern foothills of the Southern Reach. Traders warn that travelling camps are targeted, and homesteaders are finding valuables missing thought to be locked away safely. It seems sticky fingers are on the rise...
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JP has taken a bath.
The waters of the natural spring have a layer of oil and dirt coating it for the next day.
