Councilor Cheval,

A sandstorm has swept through the Canal Ward, and in it's aftermath a mirage has been seen by those with foresight. A chance is offered to you, and to the Council, to help turn that mirage into a reality. Come speak with me at the Crone.

Quaithe

Quiathe,

Fort Mur is reportedly lovely this time of year. The rocks nearby have a splendid dark grey tone to them, and the Duergar are the epitome of courtesy.

J.

//I'll try to catch you about, I won't have much time for a few days//