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>"Onward!" The ringleader ordered, quietly but sternly. "Get to the sloop, and stay inconspicuous!"

>As they pushed into the fish market, the roads gave way from the sticky mud to an easier to traverse cobblestone. With cloaks and cart wheels caked in dirt, they pushed on.

>Suddenly, the rear cart froze. The lagging member of the entourage looked back breathlessly at a column of armored guards barreling towards him and his cart full of ill-begotten loot. He failed to notice the ringleader take up his side. Gently, he took the panicked thief's arm and whispered gently "Breathe... Look down. Focus on getting the goods to the dock."

>As the column of guards overtook them, the thieves continued to push on as if they belonged. Their mud-caked cloaks and ragged carts were a camouflage against the truth buried under only a little fabric, the precious statuettes bundled within. As quickly as they had come, the guards passed them by without even a second glance.

>The rattled thief let out a sigh of relief. "I feel faint.." he whispered. "Don't let up just yet," The ringleader replied, helping the cart along. "The sloop is in sight!"

>Then, the worst sound that ever could have fallen on their ears penetrated through the rain and city commotion. "You there... Halt! State your business!" ordered a nearby guard.

>The ringleader barely lifted his cloak for his associates to see the dagger hidden in his belt. "Be ready, and don't hesitate. Push on no matter what happens next!"

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>Dressed in cloaks and under cover of a darkened sky, the thieving agents press their carts containing the figurines covered in hemp and tied fast with rope along the muddied alleys.

>"Quickly now," the ringleader whispered to his entourage. "We have only moments until they notice what we've taken!"

>They pressed forward, equally attempting to rush, but not appear as doing so. The rain beating down against the road caused mud that sucked their boots down nearly to the brims, making the carts to seem nearly impossible to force forward faster than a crawl. Luckily many other peddlers of wares were also caught off-guard by the sudden deluge, struggling to rush their own wagons and carts to the safety of dry storage. The entourage blended in with the herd.

>Without warning horns blared from the Cathedral courtyard, accompanied by the agitated raised voices of what could have only been the City Guard.

>"We've been made!" gasped one of the thieves as he pressed the whole of his body against his cart, trying to coax it through the troublesome muck.

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>"In the market district, one particular herb shop runs day and night. Widely renown for its tea, hookah, and its pipe tobacco, it had become a required stop for travelers of any time of day.

>It has been said that Dar'hen's House of Herbal Respite can provide any service needed to any traveller, whether providing a strong tea that reinvigorates the senses and the body, or providing a tincture to help a weary traveller get a good night's rest.

>While much of her clientele payed a pretty coin for her establishment's much-sought-after teas, tinctures, tobacco twists, and shisha, she was known for her generosity in providing the local denizens a quality, however more pedestrian selection at affordable prices."

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>The Cathedral, in all its grandeur, stood almost in direct opposition to the slums of the Lower District. The stone and marble architecture towered above all other buildings in the alleyways of which the destitute townsfolk could observe.

What was once created as a beacon of hope for the needy now presented as an icon of discord and envy. The rich and elegant structure separated the Lower District and the "undesirables" from the wealthier districts of the city. In time a perception of being cast aside and tucked away bled through the populace, and such feelings often begets actions to rectify such division, or at least rebel against it. Today is such a day. The precious celestial statues representing the divines have been removed from their pedestals.

It was an easy affair, all things considered. Some coin dropped into the right purses to ward away prying eyes, and a foolproof plan to extract the precious busts to the ports now culminate in the perfect crime against those who have more, to benefit those who have not.

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