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5h 12m	2h 51m

Episode 4: Stone Faced

Evening in Dol-Makjar. A crisp, cool night.
Footsteps approach. A seedy tavern in The Fray (the lowermost neighborhood of the city).
Noise of shattering glass bottles in nearby alleyways. Raucous shouts, fights breaking out, loud music. The braying of a nearby horse as a carriage trundles down the street.
Sputtering torchlight casting shadows long and widce through the city streets.
A humble sign of a tavern. Potter's Field (the symbol of a nameless gravestone on it's side). A few drunken reprobates outside.
Bolaire walks through a neighborhood so far removed from the Arcanade that the odds of being recognized in this place are next to none.
Door swings open. Smugglers, criminals, few people under sputtering candlelight speaking in hushed tones. Bartender looks up to perceive Bolaire, and with that eye contact, nods, communicating that no, he does not perceive you, not tonight, in any case.
At the back of this humble, liquor-drenched hovel is a thick red door. Brass studs throughout it. It's hidden behind a curtain, but it's sturdier than just about anything else in here. Seated behind the curtain is a thin, reedy figure who looks up at your approach.
Bolaire:"No evil."
He pushes his hand into the leather covering the door. Something heavy like stone grates in a hidden hinge. The wall swings open, and for a minute, overpowering the stench of rot and ale on the floor, powerful incense. Something heady, otherworldly, as you step into the shadows.
You enter a hidden place of leisure behind Potter's Field. You look in and see the proprietor, Devlin, look up to you. Rows and rows of bottles and crystal glassware overhead. The fixtures here: brass, velvet; of a higher caliber than that which resides in the exterior. Devlin, a brimmed hat pitched forward to cover the very top of his forehead, looks up at you. His eyes always reflect a few more candles, a few more lanterns, than are ever present in this actual physical space.
He looks up and goes, "Master, pleasure to see you. Can I pour you a drink, or are you only here for a spell?"