Winds of Chaos

Brick in the wall.

If it’s not one thing, it’s another. We received a most cordial summons in the form of a brick being flung at our newly reinforced door, demanding some monetary tribute to a crime-lord that everyone but us knows about. After a rather… productive… conversation with a local scarecrow, we sent one of the urchins off to deliver a meeting request to our summoner, then set out for a bite to eat. Thankfully all of the irritation I felt at the dramatic happenstance did not leave me hungry, as our restaurant of choice was… tainted. The stew smelled awful, anyway.

I haven’t felt much tugging at my soul recently. Perhaps the winds are changing for me?

We’ll see how the meeting with our mysterious caller goes.



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