[!]

The Camp just outside of town has packed up, and seemingly brought themselves into town. A few saw their wagons and horses tied by the Large Stable just near the exit of the Valley of Flowers. Seems they have taken up a few rooms by the Thorn and Thistle.

More importantly, their origin has been discovered, Castariva - a wealthy trading hub/port of the midlands. Rumor has it, more of their companions are to follow, and the Spire may yet begin .. certain preparations for their arrival.

[Eventline Relevancy: Embers scattered from distant lands]

⋆⋅✧⋅⋆ If a tree falls in the forest... ⋆⋅✧⋅⋆

Spoiler

TW: GORE

Late into the night, only those close to the forest edge near the spire would here the guttural wail of a young woman.

After that, silence. Still, serene, calming silence.

Someone is hurt.

Something is full.

[!]

There is a stir of activity within the depths of the so-called Undercity, whispered by its residents. A small woman reportingly walking along the walls of the great cavern, diving in and out of the waters below many times.

[!]
(Personal Eventline)

Panic broke out during the night in the South West corner of town. The stories differed on how it came about but it all ended the same. Chains around a courier's neck before his head was ripped off by said chains.

The only one with chains around- the only one he was talking to- all fingers pointed at Andromeda Salada. It didn't help that a good number of those citizens came back to watch her drag the headless corpse into the sea...

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