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As the evening sun threatened to disappear and cast the island into darkness, Lefacti still bustled, as a new night arrived. The towers of wooden structures arcing and blocking into the endless distance. Candle and lamplight poked out of many windows and alleys. Yelling from rancorous drinking carried over crashes from fights. Below while the high points had filthy chimney sweeps and window wipes preforming their last duties for the day before the highest powers would climb their towers to count the day's gains.

As the little rowboat that would change the world came up to one of the many docksides, Hamel noted, "Neat." As they pulled up to stop, however, the seemed to immediately garner more than a few eyes, bodies of docklurkers facing them, body language aching for a fight.

Hamel giggled, "I kinda like this place. Seems like fun."