You spread some coin around and eventually you get a tidbit from a passerby:’I heard the Grand Master cut the Blind Horse to pieces with that great big sword o’ his and laid waste to the entirety of tavern road. And without so much as a scratch on him, too!’.
You spread some coin around and eventually you get a tidbit from a passerby:’That sickly boy, Eriit, just got dragged off in chains from the Blind Horse. Way I hear tell, stopped the Grand Master and his lot o’ Knights in their tracks, and a street brawl almost ensued. That Knight Porter’s mouth almost got them all killed, him thinking he’s still one of the small folk. ‘.
You spread some coin around and eventually you get a tidbit from a passerby:’Heard the Queen’s new maid was down in the South Side, making moon eyes over a heretic a’fore he was arrested. She was wearing her velvet finery and everything, just like she was holding court in the palace! ‘.
