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[color=50C878][h3]Evanesstra[/h3][/color][/url][/center][hr]

It had started a couple of tendays ago. All rather unassuming reports, really. A break-in at a local alchemist's laboratory. Hearsay of mad cackling and 'evil' flashes of green in the convoluted maze of alleys. Tales of dark felines with fiendish eyes stalking the streets at night. All of it seemed like rubbish. The populace seemed eternally at the brink of hysteria, either out of fear of unknown arcana or simply for the thrill of folk gossip. Evanesstra paid no mind. It was all entirely uninteresting anyway. But her Humours started to shift. This distressed her, and she knew something must be afoot. 

Before the turn of the last tenday, a corpse was found. "It was peculiar," the mild-tempered messenger had said. She knew it must've been quite the sight to warrant such strong language from the Elven man, as tame as his words often were. It was indeed 'peculiar', to say the least, as her and her partner, Band, had discovered later that morning. Abandoned in the convoluted patchwork of alleyways, a wizard of local popularity was left splayed out and bloodied. The Human man was covered in bleeding scars of mysterious symbols, with an intricate ritual knife in hand. Could it have been a madman's suicide? An infernal possession? A cultist ritual? A murder? The Humours broiled in her head, chastising her for not taking sooner action. 

Two more bodies, each similarly peculiar, were discovered within the last five days. A scourge was upon the city. The Watch kept the situation confidential, lest rumors catch the people like wildfire. A futile effort, of course. Then, overnight, the land opened its breathy maw. Evanesstra knew it had to be connected. She collected her burly partner and set out for investigation immediately. 

The fog was thick. She made a futile attempt to cut it away with her hands. Her head tilted up toward her companion. Band was tall, admittedly, made yet taller by strolling next to her as she stood at roughly half his height. The emerald veil about her face fluttered slightly in the calm winds that did nothing to disperse the dense fog. Figures started to emerge from the obscuring cloud. All of them were of the strange sort, though a handful were of a different variety of strange. 

Evanesstra heard speak of bandits. She thought of stopping them, as no doubt Band was already considering the same. A familiar churn in her mind guided her away from this action. So, instead of intervening, the Gnomish woman made her presence known by cutting her walk through the conversation nonchalantly. [color=50C878]"Make the banditry wait until I've gone, please."[/color] she said with a calm, unimpressed tone as she lightly pushed the significantly taller individuals aside and started to stride past them all.