A tour of the underbelly

[freezn]

Undoubtedly stunning a fair few who thought her dead or forever left from the lands, Meesha Grimm wonders the various alley's and docks of Valkur's Roar, reacquainting herself with the city and its populace. Along her way she makes a stop at the Four Wind's trading company along with a gaggle of other tag alongs. There she chats and mingles with the guard, focusing on those that used to be in the employ of the Raven's Watch. In hushed tones she ensures they are living well and being payed fairly. The typically uptight sorceress exchanges jokes and jests about the hours and how their new post no longer stinks with kobold refuse.

From there she travels northwards, to the Chauntea Garden. She smiles and exchanges pleasantries with the vagabonds and rift rafts that come about for hand outs provided by the garden and its care takers. Always she keeps a certain distance from them, never nearing too close. Never crossing some envisioned line, but always staying polite. Some time into the matter she begins to hand out herbs and tinctures, balms and salves. With the gifts that soothe their aches and wounds, she imparts the Wisdom of Lovitar. The well spoken sorceress shares many of the lines traded at the Gallery of Scarred Wisdom. Their lives are hard, but this has made them strong. Each set back is another lesson. They are worthy for their suffering.

After her time amongst the poor and misbegotten, Meesha continued yet further northward. She traveled the coastline, speaking with the dock workers and the sailors. She called after what few working women she recognized from days past. Just before reaching the northern most edge of the city she stopped, setting up a small post for her at a clear space upon the docks. She lays out her chair, and a large comfortable pink pillow, flowers and several sweet drinks before finally placing down her sign.

Over the coming hours, several working girls come along taking Meesha up on her offer. Near the end, a notable beauty that outstrips many of the women previously seen comes to the ramshackle corner. Meesha converses with and tends to the this final woman until the setting of the sun, where she packs up all of her tools and furniture, leaving the ladies of the night to conduct their business.

[freezn]

As the wheel of time treads ever onwards, Meesha continues her walks through Valkur's Roar's more disenfranchised hovels. Once a tenday she finds a place for herself along the water's edge, tending towards the evening. There she continues to place her sign welcoming the young workers of the night, tending to their needs of self care, providing words of wisdom and sweet drinks and sweet as she does. She if oft amiable during these periods of time, her youthful visage lending her an innocent and reserved air often found in those lecherous fantasies consisting of nurses and clergy of healing. On occasion she'll tilt the conversation towards current affairs. Whispers of grizzly murders and the looming threat of draconic beasts when she senses a need for the people to express themselves. However she tends to pull the conversation towards lighter topics such as the coming spring festivities, the thoughts and hopes of what one might find during the merchant gatherings and who might possibly be able to eat themselves through Meesha's seemingly endless supply of cakes.

[Masterbard Alyster Darkharp]

From Alley, rooftop, and disguise, the Bard Darkharp has taken note of Meesha's presence in the less fortunate areas of the City of Valkur's Roar, in places he himself often frequents. He seems to be about his own business though, and even when he is moving openly spends a large part of his time speaking with commoners, merchants, beggars, street urchins, orphans, and others who might know anything related to the recent killings in and near the city. Lurking often near the Imp, and spending time chatting with Friodoc, the halfling merchant near the Imp.

Anyone tracking Alyster's movements would notice that he seems to persistently be active within the city, by day and night he is looking for someone or something.

[freezn]

After having been absent from the streets for several tendays in a row, Meesha is once again a common figure upon the streets of Valkur's Roar. She drifts too and fro, chatting with the local merchants, town criers, and beggars alike. She spends the latter parts of her evenings settled down near Chauntea's Garden, offering her free services and advise to all who would care to take part. The notably poorer visitors are offered fresh fruits from Arabel and drinks from the local taverns.

[freezn]

The allure of spring hangs crisp in the air as the citizens enjoy relative peace and those who worked to achieve it celebrate in their own manner. The people chatter, meals are shared and drinks poured. Amongst their number are those brimming with confidence and oozing in sultry charm. Those oft known for pocked faces and straggled looks are making appearances with intricate braids, fine quality paints, and tailored fashions.

Once again impromptu beauty stands are noticed about the city, most often near Yuppa's shop and the Great Hall as Meesha chats amiably with all those willing to stop by.