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The streets of Calimport is bustling as usual. The City of Rogues, as Vera describes it. There is little law and order in the city, compared to Waterdeep or Silverymoon. However, the town somehow keeps itself together.
Merchants line the streets, calling out to passerbys in hopes of attracting customers and money. The drow has little interest in the trinkets of those humans. In any case, conversing with anyone can attract unnecessary attention from the wrong people - guilds, for instance.
Vera, from the house-not-worth-mentioning (as it fell from a successful attack by a rival house in Menzoberranzan), was not in search of items of interest. Keeping the hood of his piwafwi low over his face, the shadows concealing his dark-skinned appearance, the mage can find what he is looking for with little attention drawn towards himself.
The city of rogues: anywhere anyone goes, there is bound to be a group of guildsmen hanging out. Guild wars occasionally breaks out, but it is rare for any sort of "war" in Calimport to be the open-warfare type.
As the mage approaches the edge of the town, his eyes turn towards the north. Somewhere out there, are surface elves that he despise. In the drow tongue, N'Tel'Quess - not people.
Making sure that no one is watching, he places an image in his mind. Before one can snap his finger, the drow was gone. Some distance north, Vera looks around the scenary. He is around the Forest of Tethir, the wind rustling through the leaves of the trees.
The streets of Calimport is bustling as usual. The City of Rogues, as Vera describes it. There is little law and order in the city, compared to Waterdeep or Silverymoon. However, the town somehow keeps itself together.
Merchants line the streets, calling out to passerbys in hopes of attracting customers and money. The drow has little interest in the trinkets of those humans. In any case, conversing with anyone can attract unnecessary attention from the wrong people - guilds, for instance.
Vera, from the house-not-worth-mentioning (as it fell from a successful attack by a rival house in Menzoberranzan), was not in search of items of interest. Keeping the hood of his piwafwi low over his face, the shadows concealing his dark-skinned appearance, the mage can find what he is looking for with little attention drawn towards himself.
The city of rogues: anywhere anyone goes, there is bound to be a group of guildsmen hanging out. Guild wars occasionally breaks out, but it is rare for any sort of "war" in Calimport to be the open-warfare type.
As the mage approaches the edge of the town, his eyes turn towards the north. Somewhere out there, are surface elves that he despise. In the drow tongue, N'Tel'Quess - not people.
Making sure that no one is watching, he places an image in his mind. Before one can snap his finger, the drow was gone. Some distance north, Vera looks around the scenary. He is around the Forest of Tethir, the wind rustling through the leaves of the trees.
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