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A Rude Awakening
Esteemed
members of the Council,
I write to thee my deepest concerns with a troubled heart for our fair city,
Qeynos. Our once outstanding community of order and justice has fallen into a
veiled mask of chaos with each night passing. Strangers walk through the streets
within the shadows of night, with a loathsome disposition, holding little to no
regard for our laws and the fine people who enforce them.
Some of these unsavory characters have passed through my very tavern, their
manner like anything but that of a decent citizen. Just the other night, within
the wee hours of the morn, one of these individuals demanded ale, and then
refused to make payment for my services and wares. As if he had not already
caused enough of a bother, he made rude comments and holdings toward one of my
serving girls. Unfortunately, he had fled before I could make petition to the
guards for assistance with this thief of sorts. That was not the first, nor has
it been the last encounter with these faint, but steadily more apparent changes
that are afflicting our city. A bad element has rose up in our fair city, with
little more warning then would be given for a foul tainted wind.
Alas, I fear that my establishment is not the only one to be met with this ugly
face of change. Athrin Tashir, a scholar within the Temple of Life and a
frequent and welcomed visitor to the Lion's Mane Tavern, brought his troubles to
me over a glass of ale this night just past the ninth chime of our lovely clock.
It appears that he too has been confronted with the recent disturbances that
plague our city. Within the past fortnight the scholar has been mortified by the
disturbing disappearances of sacred scrolls from the Temple's Library. For days
he took it as the careless work of the newest members to fall beneath his
tutelage until he caught eye of the truth to his lost scrolls. A youthful lad,
as Athrin had described to me, was caught searching through the shelves and
crates, bunches of scrolls held carelessly within his hands. Athrin attempted to
apprehend the thief, but as the misfortune that had befallen myself, the
scoundrel fled without a scratch.
I ask of you, dear and noble council, to recognize the disturbance and honor our
plea for your eyes and ears to the matter. I fear gravely for our humble city of
order and justice. Earron
Huntlan
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