Ludwig and Endra both seem to relax at your casual manner. "Well," Ludwig begins, "We didn't much rub shoulders with the factions ourselves. So I can't say as I have a fully accurate view of them but, the way I see it, the mages of the Amethyst Academy will do just about anything to get their hands on delerium. Including paying a pretty penny for it. Sold what few chips we could find to a tiefling named River. She stays at the Red Lion Inn at Emberwood. Folks say she works for an archwizard. Never did meet him though."

Across the fire, Eren scoops a bit of stew into tin cups and offers them to the weary travelers. They accept with grateful nods. A few moments of silence pass as they fill their bellies. Again, Ludwig speaks up, "Then there's the Hooded Lanterns. Closest thing Drakkenheim or Emberwood has to the law. Mostly made up of veterans from the civil war and pups too young to remember the Drakkenheim they say they're all fighting to restore." 

"Be wary of the Queen's Men," Endra says, not looking up from her stew.

"Yes." Ludwig agrees. "We got shaken down by the lot of them more than once while scouring the ruins. Steer clear of Buckledown Row unless you're looking for an audience with the Queen of Thieves. I don't know if there's any truth to it, but I heard anyone who survives the fighting pits there will get exactly that." Ludwig scoffs. "[i]Some [/i]prize."