GM : This is the text I will use for my gm notification mainly to say that the setting has been updated. The setting info can be found HERE and rules, mainly character creation info, can be found HERE

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With a burst of lightening and thunder the rain started to come down across the city. It didn't do anything to stop the hustle and bustle however, folks just went about their day. In the market places merchants just shouted louder over the rain in a fight over the coin of the shoppers.

Rain pattered rhythmically on the shingled rooftops of the nearby buildings and ran wildly in little rivulets until at long last they reached the edge. From here it was a long free fall before splattering haphazardly on the worn tiles of the streets and allies below. While some places the drops came in irregular intervals and unpredictable spurts others simply gushed nonstop streams that slapped loudly on the stones below fighting even the baying of the merchants to be loudest. "Not the best day to try charming coats" Rylee muttered as she scanned the crowd from their vantage point under the semi-shelter that a bit of overhanging roof was supplying.

"Nor is it the worst really though..." Kylee countered before carefully slicing a bite from what little remained of a green apple using one of her daggers. The apple, of course, was a gift from a distracted merchant who had been too busy shouting about his merchandise to keep a steady watch on it. He could barely have made it any easier if he'd simply handed it to her. "Not as many people are out, sure, but the ones that are obviously aren't the sharpest and the rain helps dull them to the feeling of fingers in their pockets." Finishing the last bite of the apple she tosses the core down the alley behind them and way from the bustling crowd on the main street.

Biting the inside of her cheek casually as if lost in thought Rylee nods along. "Suppose you have a point there." She mutters, still watching the bustling marketplace crowd with a feigned disinterest. "The irony though..." she starts but pauses for a moment before continuing. "...is that the Gods send us such a downpour and yet the streets are still chock full of filth." A casual flick of the wrist towards the crowd as to not draw attention by openly pointing.

"The irony...dear sister..." Kylee quips back. "Is that we're the worst sort of filth on these streets. Now come, lets make some coin eh?" A dramatically timed flash of lightning illuminates a pair of smiles shared by the twin young women as they pull their hoods up further to better shield from the rain and leave the retaliative protection the overhand had afforded and head into the rain, the crowd, and the yelling merchants.

Narration

As the man steps out of the Demon's Run the sounds of the street wash over him as quickly as the damp air and the small gusts of wind that bite and sting their way along his clothes and hood as if hoping to find some purchase on the man below. A small group of men, sailors judging by their darkly tanned skin and numerous scars, push past him quickly looking to be rid of the downpour with almost as much haste as they sought to have an ale in their hand. Even as he approached the market he could hear the yelling of the merchants and no sooner had the man set boot to the cobblestones therein did he find a portion of that yelling directed at him. "Sir! Good sir! But a moment of your time! A fresh shipment of goods has just arrived and my wares are the finest among them by far!! Surely you know a good deal when you see one!" A chubby little man who'd been utterly drenched in the rain calls out. He motions his hand to a stall full of a variety of trinkets currently huddled together in the small dry spot afforded by a bit of oilcloth stretched between two posts in a sort of makeshift lean-to.

Marcus walked into M.I. as it was called and walked up the stairs to the second floor. He saw a number of shoppers walking around holding items and talking to the staff. He walked up to a door marked "Private" and knocked on it. The door opened revealing a woman who said " Yea,what can I help you with?" Marcus smiled as he replied "I have a meeting with Lady Amelia. My name is Marcus Singar." The woman nodded her head and opened the door revealing a small seating area along with a number of other doors that lead to other offices. Marcus took a seat as the woman went into the door behind her desk. She came back out a short time later and motioned that he could go in.

"Well, Marcus what have you found out?" She asked in her sweet voice that had an edge to it.

"Nothing yet, I did however pass a large group of guards heading into the red light. Do you know anything about that? He asked folding his arms across his chest.

She shakes her head before speaking No, I don't know anything about. But I can see about asking the mayor, unless you feel that it would be better for you to ask a few old friends at Justice about it."