(MIdnight)
A young, dark haired man yawned as he wandered the streets. He was hoping to catch a few rich travelers, but with no luck. Walking past an alleyway, he failed to notice two pairs of eyes following him. He felt something collide with the back of his head, and succumbed to the darkness
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A young street urchin sat on the streets, begging for gold. They all ignored him. Eyes downcast, he trudged back to the small shack he called home. He would likely be the only one who didn't manage to scrounge up something. As he turned the corner, he felt a knife at his throat. In shock, he could do nothing as the knif was dropped, and fingers squeezed his windpipe until he fainted.
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Timestamp: 29th of spring, 510 AV
(Morning)
The streets were filled with people searching for their loved ones. After a day of people going missing, people were panicing. In the confusion, one man started putting up posters.
"People Missing. Reward will be given for everyone found. Be at the slag heap by the twentieth bell of the 29th. You'll know me when you see me."
