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waiting and showing you a path through these
streets. In doing so, you’re dodging past–
originally when you walked in there were broken
down tent cities and hovels and not a good space.
Here the road and alleys break down. It’s more
sparse. The buildings are further apart. It’s less
of like a gridded city and more of a cluster of
buildings that are generally more well made, and
you get the sense that this is the wealthier area.
You in your experience know that the North Clover
is where most of the tribes, the different ruling
families, exist and claim their territory. You
move past a couple of buildings, eventually the
bird bringing you to a beautiful, two-story estate
that’s in the beginning stages of showing
disrepair. The dark-red wood appears imported, and
the tall stone fence that encircles the building
is topped with six-inch spear tips. A few that
look bent and off kilter, but still dangerous
enough for somebody who wished to try and leap the
six, seven-foot fence. The courtyard houses a once
beautiful garden that now turns grey with the
winter. You can see rose bushes that have since
browned and withered but the roses still slowly
left there to dry and lose color. You can see in
the center of this courtyard a small fountain of
some kind, but now it’s filled with slushed snow,
and here the bits of the snow that have been
pushed off the streets, give way to this estate
that’s glaring now at the outskirts of the forest.
You can see beyond it, it’s just wood. This
definitely marks, at least at this part of
Shadycreek Run, the end of the city, before you
begin to crest into the Savalierwood itself. There
are three individuals that are wearing simple
chain mail, that are walking inside the courtyard.
One has a crossbow at their side, the other has a
shortbow across their shoulder. One is sitting,
looking out. The other looks like they’re eating
some sort of dried meat from a pouch, and they
glance over and watch as you approach and keep an
eye.
MARISHA: Do they look like Taskers? Do they have
the same armor?
MATT: They’re not Taskers, no.
MARISHA: Okay.
SAM: They’re probably just guarding the place.
MARISHA: Hired hands.
SAM: Does someone want to go talk to them?
LIAM: Ja. That is not a problem. Hello.
MATT: The one that’s sitting, stands up and puts
his crossbow like– ready, not pointing it at you, but–
LIAM: Ja. We are good here.
MATT: “What is your intent here?”
LIAM: We have been traveling a great distance. We
are here to speak, if you don’t mind, we have a
message for Ophelia Mardun. It can only be heard
by her. We have been charged with this message and
no funny business. I hope that we could impart our
message and be done.
MATT: “I can take your message and pass it on!”
LIAM: Would you tell her that a very refined
gentleman from the south would like to pass his
regards to her.