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Nightwind swept out into the crowded street, feeling somewhat surreal.
It was so easy to forget he was still underground.
The maelstrom that was Stilt Street's shopper's bore him little notice, most pushed past him, the others bore him no heed.
He noted that an array of dankly lit shops were spread out along either side of a huge central street, built upon the giant pier. Behind those shops lay a network of dilapidated warehouses and likely an array of backdoor dwellings for the less law-abiding; although it seemed very few here had actually heard of the concept.
He had a few choices, he could go back and try to reprimand the Goblin, he could try and find the others at Abbith Tower - though it was quite a walk - or he could take his chances alone, browsing the Stilt Street shops or the visiting the Meet and Market, though the populace within the vicinity of both looked rather rough, he noted.
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The interrogator frowned at Johlkr before casting the humans a quick - all encompassing - scowl.
"Lucky for you, I think I recognize this ailment. Now tell me - before I gut you - what exactly, are you doing in our tower? Did 'she' bring you?" she asked in evident disdain, waving a hand toward the stricken Red Wing Captain.
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"A wise choice my friend," Trav sighed, surprisingly relieved.
"The group that blew up your train. This is one of their depositories.
These weapons are all stolen, forged or illegally modified. Or in some cases, all three..," he sneered.
"I have some people I want you to meet, if you will. More of my people, not the kind who are trying to kill you, however. Well. Not yet, anyway".