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Anyone who posts in here who doesn’t have permission will be disparaged, disrespected, discombobulated, disarmed, disenfranchised, discredited, diseased, disfigured, disemboweled, dismembered, dissolved, and defenestrated. And if I’m in a bad mood, it’ll be in that order.
Player: Xen Anastan/Murphy
Saffi looks at Xen, thinking for a moment. "How good of a drawer are you?" she asks. "That's usually a good judge of whether or not you'll need help.
"As for the place itself, the location you're looking for is known locally as the 'Ghost Quarter.' It's located in the area of Ravnica called 'Agyrem.' I don't know exactly where the Ghost Quarter is, but I do know that the whole area is a huge graveyard. One of these graveyards is the Ghost Quarter, and there you'll probably find the ghosts of thousands of years of Ravnicans. That's about all I know."
Xen nods taking them graciously. Taking off his small pack he sets it down and carefully rolls up the scrolls placing them, the charcoal, and the graphite in his pack. Looking up at Saffi Xen asks her while putting the pack back on, "Anything else I need to know before heading out?"
The loxodon counts the gold with his hands while his nose holds one of Xen's gems to his eye for a closer inspection. "Yes, that seems acceptable," Frankie says, picking up the gems and gold, and handing over the gems Xen requested.
Dismounting from his Armodon, Xen slides his hand across the Armodon's head and dismisses it. Seeing the guard Xen smiles and raises his right hand in greeting. Maintaining a casual demeanor Xen walks up to the gate with every intention of passing displayed in his body language.
The guard examines the badge carefully. He shrugs. "Well, then, go and place this on the gate. It'll let you in, or not," he says, handing the badge back and smiling in more grim anticipation than out of politeness.
Xen walks through the gate nodding in appreciation of the guard and stops for a second pulling out parchment and graphite. For a quick moment he jotted down some details as well as the information collected so far. Depositing the writing tools back into his pack Xen stands up and heads out for the Orzhov territory.
The people he's been walking past as he enters this district seem very friendly. Most are behind stands, selling various wares and trinkets. There is a fruit stand, staffed by a young lady. The lady has a green and white tabard with a stylized tree on it.