>>5416156>>5416241>>5416568>>5416576>>5416917>Ask Sigrid about wizard cities.“ANS GRAAD is very, a-ah.. dense, is it not?” You glance toward a city block that winds all the way down the street, each room like a brick in a great rampart. “Are all wizard cities like this, or..?”
“Well, perhaps not all. But most.” Your master mutters, eyes shifty as she leads the way forward. The crowd that flutters about your party are a mix of colorful hats and hoods, wands and staffs much like yours–all manner of wizards and witches, both clean cut and less so. “Hey. Keep your wand close to your chest. There’s always a punk stickpocket with greasy fingers in roughs like this.”
“So.. you’ve come by this WIZARD CITY before, my lady?” You try to manuever your way through the crowd to catch up to her–her height, perhaps, a benefit in situations like this. Your mossperson companion just shoves through the magical nerds behind you. “Are you familiar with anyone here? Anyone I’d know?
“Besides LUD CORNWALL.. there’s the ALCHEMICAL WHOLESALE I stop by, the WAND WOODWORKER, the MONSTER SALESMAN..” She rattles off a few more shops as they come to mind. “But wizards you’d know? You mean like those silly posters you’ve got? No. They’re an arrogant, cabalistic bunch all, wizards. They get it into their head that because they can pull a rabbit out of a hat they’re more than mortal.”
“Ah. We’re here.” Lady Sigrid cuts her besmirchment short. You’ve come to a halt before another nondescript concrete block at ground level, the street about it rife with rubbish and old bottles. “Leave Molly outside. Lud would get upset enough that I’ve brought you. He certainly wouldn’t allow a bull in a china shop like her.”
>Leave her outside. If she breaks anything, the debt would certainly fall to you.>You’ll keep a close eye on her. She ought to come in as a bodyguard (just in case).>Write-In. 