It’s not often I get such a good tip from idle gossip.
For weeks I heard rumours that the run-down southern town of Navenvolk was awash with fears of an imminent crisis. I didn’t pay them much at...
It’s not often I get such a good tip from idle gossip. For weeks I heard rumours that the run-down southern town of Navenvolk was awash with fears of an imminent crisis. I didn’t pay them much attention, until the Tribune confirmed that an evacuation had been announced — not an easy choice, considering they built a new City Hall there just a few months ago, replete with garish décor… and the regional treasury.
Heh, what a move that was; meant as some initiative to ‘revitalise the area’. Since then, the borough has been beset by a flood of trendy nobility, trying to gobble up cheap urban real estate in a newly fashionable area. It’s become a rat’s nest of rich and poor. I overheard a family at The Docks moaning that they were forced out of their hole in the wall for a few stacks of silver.
Given its civic importance, the councilmen of Navenvolk have enlisted a mercenary force to defend the town once they clear out, under the command of the well-respected Captain Ricardo. I hear he’s quite the hero. Has the mind of a real… strategist. Well, I guess that means they’re expecting a siege. I’ll have to find out more myself; the details have not been forthcoming.
I’d better get going. Navenvolk is at least two days travel, and I can’t be the only rogue planning to make a killing from a town full of abandoned property…