Now, Razorwind is old territory. Some say older than the city. The alleys here go on forever. But we've narrowed it down a step and a dance - have a look at your map... Remember what they about X.
Here's tonight's <span class="mu-s">issue</span>: The Slicerats have this part of town tossed up good, little ratking despots and what's worse. If we stick around too long before we light the fuse, they'll rally around.
Most of the big boys and slick ladies and other deadlier stranger things are off, being entertained by tonight's games. There's some special celebratory event the Luperni is paying for, so it's an all expenses paid fanfare for the city. Finish up here quick and we can catch the races.
But still, if they send a runner, someone's going to figure getting into a fight is more fun than watching one, and come a-sprinting. Better not be too tawdy, alright?
So, make your way to the warehouse, check it's the right basement so we don't go causing spots of arson, and then see about finding some way to light it up. Get creative, I know you have it in you. Slip might be able to give a hand too if she's around.
>>5841581What falls off a wagon isn't for me to say - just keep in the brain bank that most of the stuff you want to put in the bank has to be carried there, which means either holding it in your hands, stuffing it in your belt or having a likely pocket. Too much sheer splendor in the spoils department and you've weighed yourself down too much for any daring rooftop escapade.
That's all to say yes: grab it if you want it, but you're responsible for it too!
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