Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

A soldier with a shield 3 attacks the woman of the dregs 3
Miss
Miss
A soldier with a halberd 1 goes and picks up the halberd

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To Ottar's likely dismay, today is the day of the Void...

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Hit me and you'll find out x)

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At the moment when the morning light in her cubbyhole reaches fifteen percent with zero hundredths, the Lady's eyes rise from the instrument, and her hands mechanically reach for cosmetics. Perhaps someday industrialists will invent makeup that holds until you take it off, but their current level leaves much to be desired — the entropy of matter won't let makeup linger longer than a day even on the most impassive face. Or maybe it was just the wrong climate.
Upon completing the ritual, she leaves the "dwelling" and, noting that nothing particularly impactful seems to be planned for this day, slowly moves somewhere toward the stronghold in search of the benefactor, who had some voluntary errands prepared.

The lackeys respectfully nod to Tifa, ask if she's hungry, and escort her to the marshal.
-- Unexpected... Could boredom, one of the most human qualities, be gnawing at you? Well, there are indeed a couple of matters where your help might come in handy. The bigger matter will be easier to explain to everyone at once, and you'll have to leave the city for it, so I'll start with the smaller one. A small, say, investigation. Lately, the mortality rate among the city guard has risen... -- the marshal isn't too strong at math, for it took a good five seconds to calculate the percentage. -- By about twenty-three percent, not counting that in winter people generally die more often. The sneaky devil of a sheriff is clearly not reporting everything, but the constable and I can't yet figure out where exactly he's deceiving us. Maybe you can find out? The sheriff likes musicians, and women even more...