The Conclave

[oyedboats]

Within the rank depths of the sewers and their drains whispers arose in the dark. They spoke of letters being delivered to doorsteps by none other than the rats that inhabited the mossy, filth-filmed tunnels all the same. Each doorstep of a possible place of residence had one presented, and all read the same.

“Years back before Osrona was in this sorry state, when Finley Ghede hadn’t ushered the order to slay the crowds above, there was a reason to fear the drains around us. A family rose, crime came with it, and all of it was for the sake of two things--

Coin and freedom.

If this calls to you, then come join me. We have much to discuss as time steals away more of your monetary worth. Let’s revive what was long since lost down within here-- The true home of the Razuka…

Even if they were trapped down here by the very nobles that have destroyed the city above us, blaming it upon us instead.”

Accompanying this missive, of course, was nothing short of a cryptid hint towards their meeting spot’s location.

“Between two homes, across a web of bars just above the gated drain. Sit beside me and stay a while.”

(The meeting will be held this Friday at 10PM EST! If you can’t solve the riddle you can message me for some helped: oyedboats#1671 . Otherwise, feel free to send a letter if you wish to speak!)