Fucking templars stopping me fro doing magic in public...

[red_tower]

"Kirkwall, what a cheery place," Bill muttered to himself as he walked the open streets of Hightown. "At least the Templars aren't parading around today." The market and courtyard were filled with the constant harsh hum of voices arguing over pointless politics and petty prices. As he hobbled through the city, staff in hand, he noticed a commotion featuring several elves and Guardsmen.

"Wanna take a look?"

Giving himself a nod, Bill strutted over to the crowd to get a sense of what was going on. There were about five or so members of the Guard present and three elves.

"... told you we don't know anything about what's going on in Darktown," one of the elves said.

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[gaslightmanifesto]

The question was, what wasn't going on in Darktown?

Weather causing yet another swell of illnesses born from the chokedamp. Carta raising chaos even more than usual, in revenge for families of the hapless and homeless edging in on 'their' parts of the tunnels. Blood ran thicker between the filthy stones of Darktown than its all-too depressing norm, and there were whispers that not everyone with the shakes had them because they were cold.

And in the midst of it all, a certain possessed apostate healer, running himself ragged trying to save as many lives as possible.

[greasycarebear]

Come now, was it really so hard to come up with fifty gold for a Deep Roads Expedition?

You can send all the smugglers you want to make these lyrium deals, but once you have Bartrand run an expedition, you might as well say you're the only one working. But it's always been this way, and the bastard was Varric's brother. Can't choose your family, right? Though, the Coterie brought in an interesting ragtag family into Kirkwall. Refugees who worked their asses off to live here, he was told.

An apostate, an old woman, a redheaded tagalong on a mission, and a scruffy young man with a permanent scowl on his face.

Cannibals? Can I have a bite?

[red_tower]

Bill continued listening in on the delightful little conversation. The guards were starting the clear away the crowd and guard in charge lowered their voice. "Look, we know people are disappearing, and bones are showing up. The Templars can take care of the supposed apostate hiding down there; but that's Templar business. But when citizens are potentially being murdered, that's when we have to step in."

"We don't know what's going on, but we know to hide at night. Night in Darktown isn't safe." One of the elves started, but the mage already heard enough. He figured if he was going to be stuck in this cesspool of a city, he might as well find a way to... entertain himself.