Chronicling the Adventures of a Pariah...

[AkashicRecord]

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...as I approach the Seafarer's Roost, I notice that it is unusually quiet...it obviously isn't open just yet. I go on to open the door, but pause in response to what I hear:

"I'm here with today's catch."

"Just throw it in the storeroom."

This phrasing catches me off guard, and sounds almost like coded speech. I duck under the stairs of the dock and hide as the door suddenly flies open.

An indistinct man goes around to a door on the bottom, under the dock. He enters the storeroom and I wait...

A long time passes, and the man never walks back through the door that he entered. Perplexed, I enter the door myself, and quietly peer around the darkened room.

Under the stairs, I suddenly notice the pale blue corpse of a female Dark Elf. I hurry over to the body and check for a pulse, but the corpse is about as cold as the stone floor. There is some crude form of identification near the body which appears to read: "Waylae"

I scour the room looking for any sign of foul play, and suddenly fall into a mysterious hidden staircase behind a false wall... A rather unassuming-looking door inside opens up to a dank underground room and passageway. I'm immediately greeted with the musty smell of mud, mold, and mildew. Another corpse appears to be located on the muddy floor; I don't even bother with that one...

Suddenly, a female voice calls me from the shadows:

"I knew you were nearby. I have a task for you..."

The voice emanates from behind another door which I push open. (I don't even begin to question how she sensed my presence.)

"Lucan's finest, and yet you question me?"

(This chick is way over the top, she's just *too* good.)

"I, I... I'm sorry."

"What do you need of me?"

(I enter her room and make my presence fully known.)

"Debts."

"Debts need to be paid. And you're the one who is going to collect!"
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