CHAPTER 6 | THE STREETS OF SHARN 15926 You’re drenched by a sudden gout of
water—you hope—from a bridge above
you.
27 A group of Cyran refugees are gathered
ŝŶĂĐŝƌĐůĞ͕ƐŝŶŐŝŶŐĂŚĂƵŶƟŶŐƐŽŶŐ͘
28 You see a tall, thin woman pulling a
body—Dead? Drunk?—into an alley. Her
arm is covered with the blood-red lines
of an aberrant dragonmark.
29 The window of a bakery holds a display
ŽĨŝŵƉŽƐƐŝďůLJďĞĂƵƟĨƵůĐŽŽŬŝĞƐ͘tŚĂƚŝƐ
this quality of goods doing down here?
30 KƵƚƐŝĚĞĂƐŚŽƉ͕ĂŐƌŝŵLJŚĂůŇŝŶŐ
ƉƌŽŵŝƐĞƐďĞƩĞƌĚĞĂůƐũƵƐƚĚŽǁŶƚŚĞ
alleyway.
31 A dragonmarked gnome walks down
the street, carrying a small stone in his
hand. Every few yards, he raises the
stone to his lips and says, “Can you hear
me now? Good.”
32 An austere monk of the Silver Flame
makes their way down the street,
handing provisions to beggars.
33 zŽƵŚĞĂƌƐŽŵĞŽŶĞƐŽŌůLJƐŝŶŐŝŶŐƚŚĞ
ĞĂƌ͛ƐDĂƌĐŚ͕ĂƌĞůŝƐŚďĂƩůĞĂŶƚŚĞŵ
from the Last War. The singer is a young
man leaning against the wall; he’s
ŵŝƐƐŝŶŐŚŝƐůĞŌĂƌŵ͘
34 A headless warforged sits in an alley
begging for coin. It waves in a signal of
thanks whenever someone drops a coin
in its bowl.
35 A crowd is gathered around a young
adept of the Silver Flame. She’s
performing a ritual to purify a pool of
ƌƵŶͲŽīǁĂƚĞƌ͘
36 zŽƵŶŽƟĐĞĂůĂƌŐĞŵĞƚĂůŚĂƚĐŚŝŶƚŚĞ
ground, engraved with warding symbols
ĂŶĚĂĂŶĐŝĞŶƚƉƌŽĐůĂŵĂƟŽŶƚŚĂƚŝƚ
should never be opened.
37 ŐƌŽƵƉŽĨŐŽďůŝŶĐŚŝůĚƌĞŶĐŚĂƩĞƌĂŶĚ
ƐŚŽƵƚĂƚŽŶĞĂŶŽƚŚĞƌ͘dŚĞLJƐĐĂƩĞƌǁŚĞŶ
they see you approach.
38 A goblin tumbles out of a nearby tavern.
A warforged juggernaut steps out of the
door and snarls “Don’t come around
ŚĞƌĞƵŶƟůLJŽƵĐĂŶƉĂLJ͊͟
39 A trio of Morgrave students take notes
and they ask a goblin about “the goblin
ĞdžƉĞƌŝĞŶĐĞ͘͟
40 Near one of the entrances to the Cogs,
LJŽƵĐŽŵĞƵƉŽŶĂůĂƌŐĞŵŽďĐŚĂŶƟŶŐ
ƐůŽŐĂŶƐĂŶĚƐŚŽƵƟŶŐ͘dŚĞĐĂƌƌLJƐŝŐŶƐ
ƉƌŽƚĞƐƟŶŐƚŚĞƵƐĞŽĨǁĂƌĨŽƌŐĞĚ
laborers.