Quote:An enigma in distant lands, there sit towering pipes forged into tall structures.  Beady eyes peek out from windows and drainage grates, and the air is moist with the humidity of energy given off from the city’s sewer system.  The streets are covered in endless overcast and light is dull, and the community that finds itself here hide themselves in the shadows - surely up to no good all the while. A place of consistent rain leaves little trace to be found, should an expensive watch go missing from someone’s hidden away jewelry box. Or perhaps even a child stolen in the night, only to be sold off to the black market.

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Who would know? Who would see?

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It isn’t uncommon for peculiar nomads to find themselves here, to take up homage amongst like minded criminals. Nor is it unthought of to find someone here willing to kill for the right price.  Mahora answers only to one: The Guild of  Nizaris. Created long ago by The First; an old Razuka assassins guild from forgotten pasts.

A guild that Panini is heavily tied to, and she now thinks its time to seek out what is rightfully hers by birthright.