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people. "Never, ever, do that again," then added with a hiss, "I should have
known better than to trust a greengrocer. I'm going to a real spell-caster to
get rid of this tattoo right now Don't be here when I come back, Turmite."
With that, she spun and, clutching her cloak-wrapped arm to her belly, strode
out of the inn. She caught sight of the barkeep's head surfacing from behind
the
bar just as she pushed the door open.
Cursing, Alias stormed three blocks before she dared to duck into an alleyway
and unwrap the cloak. The symbols on her arm had returned to their normal
appearance, if one could consider a tattoo that looked like pieces of
translucent glass set beneath the skin normal.
Alias cursed again, this time without venom or passion, and headed toward the
Promenade, Suzail's main street, looking for a temple thai might still have
clerics awake at this hour.
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Winefiddle and the Assassins
The first two temples she tried, the Shrine of Lliira and the Silent Room, the
Temple of Deneir, were locked. Both were posted with identical signs stating
they were closed until dawn services.
She passed by the Towers of Good FortuneтАФthe huge temple to TymoraтАФbecause it
looked too expensive, and the Shrine to Tyr, because it looked too prim and
stuffy.
Upon reaching the Shrine of Oghma, Alias glared at the note tacked to the
door.
She ripped the paper from the tiny nails and let it flutter down the stairs.
Pounding on the door with the side of her fist, her assault was answered by a
sleepy caretaker who cracked the temple door open all of two inches and peered
out at her suspiciously.
"I need a curse removed! Immediately!" she gasped with her best
maiden-in-distress voice. The caretaker's look softened, but he shook his
head,
explaining that the holy mother was out of town arranging a wedding and that
they had only acolytes within, new officiates who lacked the power to deal
with
such things.
"Try Tyr Grimjaws, Miss," he suggested.
Alias backtracked to the Shrine of Tyr the Just only to find her entry barred
by
two heavily armed guards. "Unless it's life or death," one informed her,
"you'll
have to wait." Apparently the church of Tyr had hired an adventuring party to
deal with a dragon terrorizing the Storm Horn Mountains. The party's dealings
with the monster had been anything but successful. The priests of Tyr were all
occupied with healing the survivors and resurrecting the bodies of their
comrades who had not been incinerated.
Alias was feeling desperate by the time she screwed up her courage to enter
the
Towers of Good Fortune, the Temple of Tymora. At least there was no sign on
its
front gates. She jerked on the bellpull incessantly until a priest appeared,