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It's been months since it happened. Since the kid disappeared.
Maybe you went to the guards first - the Watch, the ones who're supposed to keep this city under control. But as much as they were sympathetic, they didn't have the time to spare looking for one urchin. For all you knew, they said, the kid might have just picked a new part of town to squat in. You know better - they've reasons to stay around where you usually see them, but the Watch wouldn't listen. So you decided to look into it yourself. Searching rumours, drilling their friends for information.
It's not much to go on, but you have a name now. Gaedren Lamm. A lowlife who's rumoured to abduct children from the streets to train into pickpockets. His 'Little Lamms' he calls them. Not the sort of guy you'd normally look to tangle with (or maybe you would) but this time, as cliché as it sounds, it's personal.
Still, you can't do much in the way of tangling while you still have no idea where he's hiding. Your own inquiries have come up dry. Either nobody knows anything, or nobody's willing to talk.
And so when you received the message yesterday, you paid attention. It's unclear how they got it to you. You found it written on the back of a strange tarot card, lying perfectly in your line of sight in such a way that it caught your eye whilst nobody else noticed it. Or perhaps it was already in your pocket when you reached in for something else, its deliverer long gone.
The card itself is ornate in design, decorated with a beautiful piece of artwork that, strangely enough, reminds you a little of yourself. Clearly, the card was meant for you and you alone to find it.
On its reverse, a simple message is written:
"I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells, but cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate, and justice will be done."
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Lancet Street was located in the easternmost ward of Carase's Midland district, a few streets away from the west dock on the edge of the River Vint. It was a fairly unremarkable part of the city - not the run-down and impoverished streets of Aldrin Isle, and not the well-to-do mercantile districts in the more western areas of Midland or the Heights. The street wasn't busy - with only a few people walking along it, and a pair of women out the front of number eight, chatting on the doorstep. The house itself was no different to the others on the street - a single storey, and of relatively mediocre construction. It had two latticed windows, the curtains of which were both drawn.
It's been months since it happened. Since the kid disappeared.
Maybe you went to the guards first - the Watch, the ones who're supposed to keep this city under control. But as much as they were sympathetic, they didn't have the time to spare looking for one urchin. For all you knew, they said, the kid might have just picked a new part of town to squat in. You know better - they've reasons to stay around where you usually see them, but the Watch wouldn't listen. So you decided to look into it yourself. Searching rumours, drilling their friends for information.
It's not much to go on, but you have a name now. Gaedren Lamm. A lowlife who's rumoured to abduct children from the streets to train into pickpockets. His 'Little Lamms' he calls them. Not the sort of guy you'd normally look to tangle with (or maybe you would) but this time, as cliché as it sounds, it's personal.
Still, you can't do much in the way of tangling while you still have no idea where he's hiding. Your own inquiries have come up dry. Either nobody knows anything, or nobody's willing to talk.
And so when you received the message yesterday, you paid attention. It's unclear how they got it to you. You found it written on the back of a strange tarot card, lying perfectly in your line of sight in such a way that it caught your eye whilst nobody else noticed it. Or perhaps it was already in your pocket when you reached in for something else, its deliverer long gone.
The card itself is ornate in design, decorated with a beautiful piece of artwork that, strangely enough, reminds you a little of yourself. Clearly, the card was meant for you and you alone to find it.
On its reverse, a simple message is written:
"I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells, but cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate, and justice will be done."
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Lancet Street was located in the easternmost ward of Carase's Midland district, a few streets away from the west dock on the edge of the River Vint. It was a fairly unremarkable part of the city - not the run-down and impoverished streets of Aldrin Isle, and not the well-to-do mercantile districts in the more western areas of Midland or the Heights. The street wasn't busy - with only a few people walking along it, and a pair of women out the front of number eight, chatting on the doorstep. The house itself was no different to the others on the street - a single storey, and of relatively mediocre construction. It had two latticed windows, the curtains of which were both drawn.
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