New Faces, New Places

Three weeks, it's been nearly three weeks since house Tharashk approached each of you. Offering a second chance, the decision was obvious. "Burning Heart, middle city. Meet your contact on the balcony by sunset. Don't try to run, we'll know." Is all the armor-clad human said, his neck glowing ever so slightly. "Now leave." Leading you to the streets of Wroat, you will have to take the lightning rail to meet the deadline. Mid-morning with only partial clouds, the station is sparsely occupied with travelers. Before long the lightning rail arrives at the station, the hulking machine comes to a halt as passengers exit the carts.

Paying the fare, everyone is seated in standard class. The accommodations are much comfier then anything prison had: agreeable seating, hot meals flavored with Prestidigitation, and a bunk in the sleeper cart; it's almost enough to make you forget all your troubles. A few curious passengers -mostly kids- steal quick glances at the group, perhaps never seen a Warforged or Goliath in the flesh.

Halfway along the King's Forest, a casual observer can spot the massive towers of Sharn on the horizon. Many stories and many embellishments have reached your ears, regardless of previous visits. Some guards claim the Sharn watch ideal for protection work, if you don't end up dead. Prisoners have their own dubious take on the city, claiming with the right resources anyone can simply vanish in the lower cities. Whether any of this is to be believed is up to you, for now the quiet whirring of the lightning rail gives a chance to collect your thoughts.

Passing the time with speculation, Sharn grows ever larger as the lightning rail makes it past the first tower. After a few more minutes the lightning rail pulls along a bridge into a massive building, the Terminus rail station located in Lower Tavick's landing. Exiting the Lightning rail, it is immediately apparent how busy everyone is. Passengers and workers alike walk at a brisk space, filling the air with conversation, odd scents, and a few shifty looks. Looking up you see large walkways, you estimate 50 feet up or higher. The sound of music mixed with business can be heard, but no obvious means of switching "levels" is apparent.

Moving through the crowds you find the exit, evidence by the sunlight pouring through a large doorway. Outside a skycoach ascends to the middle city, and a few bored looking street vendors offer their wares to weary travelers and tourists alike. Not yet sundown, there is plenty of time left. How do you proceed?

Dent can't spot any soldiers of Cyre, if so they conceal their colors well. The only Warforged in sight is behind a counter marked "Information" in common, the mark of Orien emblazoned on their shoulder.

Fink your memory of the city is hazy at best, the lesser walked alleyways and old contacts seem naught but a distant memory. The good news is public street signs are available to help point someone in the right direction.

Walking up to a vendor marked Sharn Inquisitive with newspapers on display, your greeting falls on the older elven merchant who is rifling through the current issue. "Hmm? Sky coach is quickest. Suppose you could take the the lift, just a few street downs." Taking the time to pry his eyes from the paper, he stares at you, as if contemplating his next words. Speaking in a low voice he continues "I wouldn't recommend it however, your galifer's look ripe for the picking."