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The Hive has been a dirty place since anyone remembers; but there are days when it is worse than usually. Today was one of those days. A group of Xaositects – or so was the rumour – opened a portal that led to the sewers of a city on the Prime, and made sure that the sewers’ contents spilled all over the streets in the Hive.
Today, it was impossible to walk the streets of the Hive Ward without having a strong desire for a long bath afterwards. Still, there were creatures that enjoyed what happened. Giggling mephits, cowled humanoids and gibbery oozes crawled and walked the streets, quickly escaping when the occasional fiend appeared.
One particular tavern owner was very happy about the situation: Charrdh the Whisperer, owner of the “Burned Torch” and an amateur sorcerer, had managed to create an area of clean air right within his tavern, and almost everyone nearby entered the tavern to escape the stink.
There was another reason to enter the Burned Torch today: A rumour was told in the neighbourhood of a new attraction in the tavern, one that should not be missed by any chance. The only hint of what this could be was a strange, flickering light emanating from the windows of the tattered building…
Ian Shadowknife stood in the doorway of the Burned Torch, using a rag to wipe the worst of the muck off his boots. The enchanted necklace around his neck kept the smell away, but theres such a thing as pride, even in the Hive.
Ian passed up the tables and slunk off to a far corner of the room. He kept a close eye on any hand that came near him, making sure none of them came away with something of his. Powers only knew he couldn't afford to lose anything now that the Guild had been busted by the Harmonium.
Iam scanned the room, looking at the crowd of poor sods who had come in to escape the sewage.