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Introductions: Korren
There are few things worse than questioning a barkeep about the fight that went on the night before, and one of them is asking the whole bar about it. Everyone either exaggerates how well they did or they were too drunk to care about who beat who with what. Korren begins to regret accepting this assignment, even though she gave him a decent advance to find out who beat her husband with a tankard last night. Why can't people learn to just go to Jorasco instead of trying to get revenge?

So, after a day of fruitless labors, Korren is not in a cheerful mood to say the least. At this point, he just wants to get back to his apartment, get pleasantly drunk on cheap ale and forget this day ever happened. He's about half way back when the sky opens up and the storm begins. "Just when it couldn't get any better..." Muttering to himself, he draws his cloak tight around him and continues on his way.
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Introductions: Thediar
The oak door swings shut behind him, and Thediar's steps echo down the dark marble hallway, bouncing off the wall to his right. To his left is an elegant guardrail of brass and china-marble filagree, and beyond that is sky, still blue in spots, but darkening every minute with dark storm clouds moving in from the west. It reflected Thediar's mood. "I should have expected ... ! By the four winds, I was not trained for ... ! They had no right to expect me to ... You know what I think?"

He has no idea what to think. As he realizes that, he hears a roll of distant thunder.

The Boromar Clan didn't get to its position by tolerating failures. Of course not. "But I trained as a barrister, not a negotiator!" In the room behind the oak door, four men were still discussing matters: Helvig Cooper, a petitioner; a representative of the Coopers' and Barrelers' Guild; Darvin Olivet, a man brought to suit for interfering with the Cooper's business; and Olivet's remaining representation, Thediar's senior partner, the hobgoblin Geiman. Thediar curses as he reaches the bottom of a spiral staircase and starts up. Geiman would have to do his best alone now, as Thediar, thinking to dodge one of the Guild lawyer's traps, had walked right into another.

Of course, Olivet had 'interfered' with business; he was an enforcer for one of the Boromar protection rackets, and interfering was his job. And Thediar had done his, ingratiating himself into Helvig's good graces, and getting him to consider dropping his case altogether. Until that damnable Guild attorney had, in the process of asking several reasonable questions, maneuvered Thediar into conceding, somehow, that Olivet's activities were tied to Helvig's business model. The only thing left, the only strategy that could have worked, was for Thediar to excuse himself and leave the case to Geiman, who'd admitted nothing of the sort. And to report upstairs to the Clan.

He catches sight of the halfling Prains, a Boromar accountant, coming down the stairs ahead of him. "You don't want to go up there," says Prains.

"Damned straight I don't, but I need to face --"

"Not today. We're being audited by the authorities."

"The Guard? Don't be ridiculous, Prains. We--"

"The Citadel."

"'Crown and Kingdom'? That Citadel?"

With a pop and a roar of thunder, the clouds break.
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Introductions: Gardener
A bitter wind rushes through you and the creaking of your shrinking joints tells you that a storm is on the way. You nod approvingly as you wander deeper into the winding tunnels and walkways of Sharn.
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Introductions: Gardener
The Warforged makes his way through the City of Towers with a sense of wonder. It has been decades since he last saw constructions of such size and scope. The master's home was nothing to this iron city. Briefly, Gardener considers how easily the wilds would reclaim this land and everything built upon it if those within its walls stopped moving for a time, as his master did.

A dire rat slips between his feet, excited, circles his legs and then chitters. Gardener is reassured by the sound of his companion. Ch, as he calls it, has been with him a very long time. In the days when he first wandered into the woods to silently observe, the young rat sheltered itself from the rain in the crook of Gardener's arm. Gardener, lacking the cleverness of most creatures, named the rat for the sound it made.

Gardener pauses at a ramp leading down and kneels to examine a tiny plant growing in a crevasse. Ch sniffs the plant and the Warforged strokes the rat's head. "A small piece of home," Gardener says. "The green is with us wherever we go, Ch."

Gardener rises and follows the ramp to the lower reaches of the city. Here he senses the green exerting itself more strongly than above, in the form of mold growing in the humid dark, and in the wildness of scavenging animals peering from the shadowed places.

He clutches his spear as an elderly traveler would a walking stick, examining the undercity. Somewhere above, the first crack of thunder sounds. Gardener feels genuine pleasure when Ch tries unsuccessfully to shelter beneath his arm, as he did when he was small.
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Introductions: Ozias
After several hours it begins to finally rain, you pack up your belongings and begin the trek down, into the lower levels. No doubt there will be many down there with no way to shelter themselves from the storm.
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