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-Sentinel- at 02:14, 26 June 2009

-Sentinel- — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 02:14:53 GMT

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	+	The nameless tavern is quieter and cleaner than most. In the dimly-lit main room, a dozen masked and hooded patrons drink in silence or discuss in a low voice. You ask the barman some wine and are surprised to receive a cup of fine Bretonnian vintage instead of the poor quality stuff you were expecting. This is obviously not a place for boisterous thugs, but the people here look no less dangerous.

	+	It may be cautious to stay discreet and just [[eavesdrop]] on conversations, but perhaps you will have more success if you [[join a trio]] playing cards at a table or try to [[chat with the lonely individual]] sitting in a corner.
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	+	[[Category: Warhammer: Sartosa, City of Pirates]]

-Sentinel- at 18:34, 25 June 2009

-Sentinel- — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 18:34:40 GMT

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-	The nameless tavern is quieter and cleaner than most. In the dimly-lit main room, a dozen masked and hooded patrons drink in silence or speak in a low voice. You ask the barman some wine and are surprised to receive a cup of fine Bretonnian vintage instead of the poor quality stuff you were expecting. You decide to just sit at a table and listen to the conversations, but there is not much you can hear. You only pick up a few words like ''nightfall'' and ''election''. Hours pass, and you estimate it must be night outside. More and more people arrive until the main room is full. It does not make your task any easier: it just means more whispers to listen to.

-	Then, suddenly, silence. All gazes turn towards the stairway, where a tall and finely-dressed individual is making his entrance. He takes off his hat, revealing a mane of jet-black hair and a pale, handsome face lit up by fierce red eyes. You feel an aura of majesty and malevolence around him, an aura that is strangely familiar. You may be amnesiac, but you can recognize Nikola von Carstein when you see him.
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-	He walks slowly across the room like he owns the place (he probably does), and soon he will be right beside you. He does not appear to be armed. You think you can [[assassinate him]] before anyone has the time to react, but if you don't fancy the idea of getting killed by the other patrons, you better [[wait and see]].
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-	~~[[Category: Warhammer: Sartosa, City of Pirates]]~~

-Sentinel- at 15:51, 25 June 2009

-Sentinel- — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 15:51:42 GMT

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The nameless tavern is quieter and cleaner than most. In the dimly-lit main room, a dozen masked and hooded patrons drink in silence or speak in a low voice. You ask the barman some wine and are surprised to receive a cup of fine Bretonnian vintage instead of the poor quality stuff you were expecting. You decide to just sit at a table and listen to the conversations, but there is not much you can hear. You only pick up a few words like ''nightfall'' and ''election''. Hours pass, and you estimate it must be night outside. More and more people arrive until the main room is full. It does not make your task any easier: it just means more whispers to listen to.

Then, suddenly, silence. All gazes turn towards the stairway, where a tall and finely-dressed individual is making his entrance. He takes off his hat, revealing a mane of jet-black hair and a pale, handsome face lit up by fierce red eyes. You feel an aura of majesty and malevolence around him, an aura that is strangely familiar. You may be amnesiac, but you can recognize Nikola von Carstein when you see him.

He walks slowly across the room like he owns the place (he probably does), and soon he will be right beside you. He does not appear to be armed. You think you can [[assassinate him]] before anyone has the time to react, but if you don't fancy the idea of getting killed by the other patrons, you better [[wait and see]].

[[Category: Warhammer: Sartosa, City of Pirates]]