Steady drizzle falls from the ash-gray sky. The crowded, rain slicked buildings seem especially bleak and frightful this morning, as though hunched together beneath the tireless rain. A few lights burn in their eyes, but most of their shutters are still closed. The scent of chimney smoke fills the air, and you hear the din of water trundling from rooftops, splashing into dark alleys, and turning the street gutters into rivulets.

A sudden plaintive cry for help cuts through the morning air, it seems to be coming from an a mist-shrouded alley, just to your right wherein which you see a pair of figures assaulting a third, who is lying face down on the wet cobblestones. One of the attackers lifts the victim by the hood of his cloak and thrust him against a nearby wall as another growls, "Stay away from the orphanage, you got that?"
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