Samozura in Suzail

[Sioladuil]

    For the past few days, Samozura was seen in and around Suzail. Which is rare, it was not usually a town she frequented. There are to many people... which means to many pairs of judging eyes. She mostly kept to herself, occasionally stopping to give money to the homeless or to talk with and entertain the street kids with minor magical tricks. She also took the oppertunity to visit the temples in the area, Sharess, Tymora, Defenders, Heartwarders Hall and the House of Healing. She left small packages at each - which changed dependant on location. At the house of healing, for example, she left food and bandages and she mostly left tithe at the temples. She was also spotted visiting the Young Explorer's Orphan Home on the eastern side of Suzail's docks.

    She appeared to become progressively more tired as each day past. She was not seen checking in to any of the tavern swithin the city. She always seemed to stroll out of the gates to parts unknown, returning to Suzail the next day. Despite this, she always managed time for those in need. Eventually, after she had scoped out the city, she could be seen walking from the bank on the docks to the northwestern market. She spent many hours stood outside the apartment complex. Thinking. Lost in memory. Who knows. But when she eventually moved, it was to purchase property.

    Hours later she was spotted outside again, navigating contractors. She was holding a sign that read "The Muse's Institute of Art".

//This can be assumed to be public rumour.

[Masterbard Alyster Darkharp]

Alyster Darkharp was raised well, and he was always taught to be friendly to his neighbors, and it looked like he had a new one that he quite liked already. Having her as a neighbor was going to be alright, he thought. He was taught about housewarming gifts, presents of food and sweets. It was the only way he new to be welcoming, so he decided to run with it. He stuffed a Cormyrian Great Crowned Pheasant, just like he and Sy had a few rides back. Paying careful attention to the recipe, the pecan bread dressing needed to be just right. He hoped she wasn't one of those artists who insisted that they only ate vegetables and fruits; but in the end it was a calculated risk. If he had learned anything in recent days it was that observing probability was sometimes the best and only thing you could do. She would probably eat the pheasant, so he left the pheasant and some sides in a basket for Samzoura, no note, just a simple scrap of parchment with a black harp inked upon it.

Pleasantries out of the way, well...it was time to watch his new neighbor because that was one thing you also learned being raised in Shallybrook. Keep a careful eye on the goings on next door.