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It was a cloudy and rainy night in the City of Towers, as usual. The beginning of the winter in Sharn only brought heavier storms and fiercer winds, not actual cold. In that particular day, it had been raining throughout the entire afternoon as the agency known as Sharn Investigation and Recovery closed its latest case. A missing boy had been found, he had been retrieved unharmed, parents had rejoiced, inquisitives had been paid and all was well in the City of Lost Souls.

Migarril Cord was smoking his pipe in the main room of the agency's headquarters in Skyward Spire. He had been one of the leading noses in following the boy's trail, and had been the one approached by the middle-class parents, who had offered to pay the agency a substantial amount of gold for them to find their missing son. He had refused pay, of course, but eventually his companions had arranged for the couple to pay the standard fee for missing persons retrieval, which was still far less than the parents had originally offered to Migarril.

Jazira d'Medani was drying her armour in a room adjacent to the one most of her companions were in, as a sudden downpour had caught her while she and her kalashtar companion were buying some supplies for the agency. The half-elf's armour was almost dry, as was most of her weaponry, though it had her taken several minutes of vigorous rubbing with a dry cloth. Jazira's own hair was still moist, and the occassional draft through the open room (which contained most of the agency's weaponry, armoury and equipment) reminded her of that fact.

Eleniel was on the agency that night, which was odd, as her job in the organisation didn't require her to meet the others so often. She was there because they were all going to go to see Morwen Feychild perform at the Golden Horn, the most famous tavern in the University District, that night in an hour or so. They had a table reserved for all nine of them, and Morwen had further convinced the half-elf innkeeper to give them a free meal.

Ve'Quirre was also smoking near Migarril, as he had performed a similar role in finding the missing boy. Furthermore, he had been the one to actually find him, wandering along a bridge in Lower Dura. The kid had got lost while playing with his friends and had been unable to find his way home. Truly, that he had managed to stay safe and sound for so many hours on his own, in such a dangerous part of Sharn, was a true miracle. Even more, the child had been smart enough to attempt to flee from Migarril and Ve'Quirre (given their rather unsettling appearances).

Scharl was there, too, sitting near the two kalashtar in the main room. It had taken little to convince him to tag along to the night's events, even if the handsome dwarf wasn't particularly interested in hearing the half-fey woman sing. Yet now that he had friends, he was being dragged to many events and encouraged to socialise with the others. Little by little, he was being pushed to become less withdrawn, to interact more with his environment.

Kip, surprisingly, was in the main room as well, after having helped Ve'Quirre and Migarril retrieve the missing boy. It had been his quick thinking that had allowed the trio to convince the child that they had been sent by his parents and that they did not mean him any harm. After Morwen had invited all of them to see her performance, it had become hard to say no to such a pretty face and the promise of a free meal in a fancy place. She had told him he'd be free to assume the persona he chose, but that the nine would still have privacy from the rest of the tavern. And since it wasn't the first time Morwen invited them to her performances (she had done it once or twice before), the changeling knew that there would be a large table on a corner of the room that would offer the group plenty of privacy.

Aartash was chatting with Thakashtai to pass the time. They were currently waiting for Jazira to finish drying her armour, and the two discussed the current kalashtar situation in Sharn. The Inspired had recently sent an assassin to attempt to take down a powerful seer, and the elders were growing more and more concerned with every passing day. Furthermore, something strange was happening to the City of Lost Souls. Not only the kalashtar were being affected by strange phenomena. The Dragonmarked Houses, for example, were growing restless. Winds of change were beginning to blow.

Aryn Frostwings was in the main room as well, quietly entertaining himself with a book he had brought with him. He wasn't one to socialise, but he had finally agreed to come with the rest of you to watch Morwen's performance after much convincing. He was currently completely absorbed in his reading, probably because large amounts of people made him feel inhibited.

Yar, unbeknownst to all, was also in the Skyward Spire. Outside in one of the balconies, sheltered from the rain by a small roof over said balcony, he was currently watching Eleniel through a window. He didn't know why, but he felt like following the moon-touched angel that night, perhaps because he felt a sense of danger, or perhaps out of old nostalgia.