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An unfamiliar face sat barren before the serpentine extensions of smoke that caressed, what his mind perceived, as brash and uncomfortable nudity. Vulnerability, but that remedy would be pricey, more so than the snake oil he planned to line the heavy brows of his countrymen with.

His surroundings were a reflection of the inner workings of the deepest recesses and crevices, flooded constantly with lukewarm morose disdained, appropriately, a peacock bellowed a warning as Wayland made his way into the dank surrounds, tossing a small parcel onto the work surface, between the excess of the dripping ceilings and a large stack of official looking documents.

"Hrm, lend me a few stones worth of your pack comrade and act as my currier, we shall attend this event. We shall make it a festive eve, otherwise, I'm certain it would be dull and soulless.

The mask gave no indication of smiling, but a mutual humor hung in the air, a simple nod and the parcels were exchanged.

Later that day!

"Here ye here ye! Contacts within the administration of his Lordship, King Pro-tempore of Britian, Lord Casca have produced evidence that indicates MURDER! The untimely demise of our Regent and beloved Adrien Garnier was long speculated to be that of simply fate, but in light of this evidence, foul play is suspected"

The young boy called loudly, to any who would listen, waving his parchment about, lacking any manner of rhetoric or refinement, a somewhat older person pushed him from his soap box, assuming the attention of a small gathering.

Lords and Ladies! Lend me your ears! Am undisclosed informant within the administration of Lord Casca has come forward with startling evidence on this day! Adrien Garnier was murdered! An unnamed man came forward today with documentation be levied to have been on the person of a now dead scribe! With the ascension of power so quickly after somany untimely deaths, and the will of Adrien being so cryptic, virtue knows whom else will die!

A firestorm of hearsay and conjecture quickly spreads around Brit. Exactly who has the real information, the informant, and exact contents are unknown, it seems the Sosarian condition is quickly bending the story to fit their needs.
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