>>5537843>>5537864>>5538100>>5538165>>5538256>>5538261>What were those recent events you mentioned?"It's quite the... tense situation really. You see, a handful of months back when the annual Tournoi d'Ophelié was being held, Prince Arthur Greymond of the Petty Kingdom of New Caudlin thought it wise to attend much unsupervised. If you ask me it was an international incident waiting to happen, and happen it did. When he was murdered."
You had entered into the tournament yourself, alongside two companions you had met on the road. You had discovered the body as well. In the wrong place at the wrong time, it was assumed by the authorities that you had committed the act, and you were forced to flee into the underbelly of the city as it went under lockdown. Since then you've been laying low with a Halfling tinkerer by the name of Emery, coming out this night to see a certain regional phenomenon. The Danse Macabre, a night where dead things rise again to wassail with the living.
Helga shakes her head, unsurprised yet still disappointed. "Honestly who couldn't have seen it coming? Nobody's quite sure about the details of the deed, but now Etienne and New Caudlin are at each others' throats like never before. Travelers, tourists, and the like are steering clear. They see war looming just over the horizon."
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