🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

"The Scoundrel" crashes to the floor, dragging bottles of spirits along with his elbows and back, and in agony loses consciousness to the sound of shattering glass. The locals took a liking to this act, but there were also those who wanted to stand up for the victim, which ultimately led to a mass brawl. Two decades ago, that would have been the end of it — everyone here was simple folk, and the guard wouldn't have intervened over such trifles. But today, this was Calcit Felicia Lungworth, so soon enough all participants in the mutual beating found themselves taken into custody and behind bars in the dungeon of Haven of Sands. Ushumgallu shared his cell with an unremarkable-looking calcitite.

- You gave him a solid whack, respect. Can't let these sons of snakes and rats ride roughshod over us. As tournament time approaches, the bastards jack up prices everywhere. My name's Noddavaris, and what might they call you?