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The sun slowly began to set off into the West as the Merchant City of Belmere becomes ever still active. In fact maybe a little more so, the night life here is surely a thriving one. Yet, not even this city of commerce would expect a wild night such as the one that is about to unfold. Within the One-Eyed Bowman an uproar could be heard and at first, one may disregard it as early evening rumpus. Yet, if one could discern for themselves the difference between a boisterous party and actual distress, a man would be yelling, nearly tearing up the bar for what he calls a piece of a map. The man came thundering out after his search proved to be a fruitless one.

"WHERE THE HELL IS MY MAP!?!?" The man shouted as he continued to push passerbys aside. Some didn't even get off that easily, as he would interrogate a few in his drunken rage. The man was like a raging bull as he rampaged down the street in clumsily fashion. He is uproarious behavior attracted the attention of a few guards. "Hey you! Stop!" They shouted. "AW HORSESHIT!" Cletus shouted as he stumbled down the street. "Wait! Get back here!" They yelled as they followed the man.


Meanwhile....

A group of cloaked men entered the city on horseback. "Alright leave the horses over here, we need to split up if we are expected to find who we're after." Garreth spoke as he dismounted. A group of two and a half dozen men followed his actions as they tied their horses up at a nearby stable post. The masked man called, T'zigo, quickly scaled the side of a building to the roof. He was then followed by six other nimble climbers. "It looks like they're pullin' that carnival routine huh?" Spoke one of the armed men. "Yeah, no one will escape them, especially T'zigo, he's just too good." Spoke another. "Hey, enough of your chatter! Spread out and start looking! Some of you come with me, we're going this way!" Garreth commanded as about five of those men followed him, as the rest moved out into the city.