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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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.