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Councilor Ves'zeryn Kyr, known colloquially as Vyranthe, has taken a step back from the public unannounced.
By light of day, she is scarcely seen beyond the confines of her home.
All of her requisite documents have been taken with her, implying she still performs her responsibilities in private.
Her secretary remains on duty, diligently transferring and filing work at her behest.
A rumor is spread about last expedition into Nutward Putward Cave:
Five went in, only four out.
That's what you get for tempting the fate!
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At early morning, while The Spire port was still shrouded in fog, a solitary toll of a bell echoed from the sea.
Not long after, a longship with no fewer than a dozen rowers arrived, and a tall, black-haired woman clad in dark colors stepped onto the pier. She walked in solemn silence toward the city as the longship vanished back into the mist.
When the sun finally dispelled the fog, no vessels were seen anchoring off the bay.
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Very few people have seen Elreyna in recent times. But she is not missing-- in fact, she always answers the door to her cabin and goes out now-and-then to the market for food/tea. Rumour has it she has been buying a large amount of painting supplies and paper. Shipments of it, really.
She is working on something at home..
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For the little who care about a certain thief's attire.
It seems TJ is now wearing one of her brothers shirts
and covering up more. How odd.
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Someone, somewhere, spotted someone - or something - that they believed to be "Facet" roaming around the outskirts of town.
They described 'Facet' as 'vaguely knight-esque' and 'like a two-tone knight; kind of blue, the other half not quite as blue, and speaking in circles'.
This eye witness was, however, incredibly intoxicated. Do what you will with that information.
Keep your eyes and ears peeled this weekend for a small pop-up encounter with "Facet(?)"
Word comes down from Albern's Crossing.
A trade caravan is stuck at the Inn there, having lost their horses during a bandit attack.
What sort of trouble could this bring? . . .
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Any familiar with a certain sharp-toothed, eyepatch'd blonde would notice that she's not in any of her usual haunts...
Iseri is nowhere to be found.
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Haunting vocalizations could be heard coming from one of the shipwrecks.
At night, the singing seems to reverberate through that part of the beach, echoing from the caves.
Most of the docksmen can’t complain, though; some fishing nets appear heavy with fish each evening.
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After a long absence from doing so, a verdant-haired elf has been spotted having returned to sleeping on the benches nearby the fountain outside the Cask, hardly responding at all to those who pass by - seeming ill. What could have happened to her…?
It would seem that just as quickly as she returned to it, she’d cease, though the state of her would linger in the minds of those who passed her by - Eyes red from tears, the woman would seem to have been in the midst of a breakdown. Something clearly had happened to her.
