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Like times before, a winged Greatling could be spotted leaving the Spire from the beach, heading North-East on his own. 
This time, though, no notice is left behind at the Shrine or his home. 
Fafnir, his dragon plushie, would be found in place of any letter—sat neatly on the counter of the Brass Bandit.

He vanishes into the Northeastern woods before dusk. 

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What you gonna do when the chips are down,
Now that the chips are down!

A babe's voice rings out crystal clear along the shoreline, a cry that was caught within her chest.
The waves do not clap in return, devoid of their steward.

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After a brief visit to The Cask, the straw-hatted individual could be seen leaving Spire-town.

Who knows what made them leave, where they are heading, or if they are coming back. But one thing is clear: for the foreseeable future, the Spire is a little safer without this menace within its walls.

“I’ll be back in a week, promise.” 

Words uttered by Blythe before she up and left town following Viktoria’s death. One thing was certain though, a week had passed. She had not returned. The tailorly remained quiet, curtains drawn. There was no sign of a return to town. 

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For some time now, a certain pink-haired elf has been seen leaving home more and more seldomly.

Yet.. For the past several days, it'd seem she hasn't left home at all, and isn't taking guests.

All those that live with her have to say on the matter is that she's "under the weather."

How odd...

[!]

An unmarked vessel has appeared sailing the shores of the spire, surfacing above the waves.

The ship's towering masts can sometimes be noticed from onlookers.

[!]

For those few night owls, or otherwise sleepless, of the Spire.

There was a sound, last night, at the Full Cask. A splash, and someone running.

The wine-drenched footsteps are gone by the morning..

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At the close of a rather combative impassioned rally -- the incumbent councilor, Vyranthe -- announced the revocation of her candidacy for the Circle of Four.

She urges supporters to instead offer their vote to Eithna Primriver.

It seem that Rosella Maple is writing a book of some sort! She says it's a romance story, but other than that has been keeping the details close to her chest. I wonder what it could be about...?

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Rumours begin to spread of a travelling party having entered the Southern Reach from the north-west shoreline. With their leader clad in exquisite armour with red and golden accents, they have began visiting camps and those who have made ruins their home. It seems to only be a matter of time until the group arrives at the Spire...

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