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Murmurs just barely reach the Kraken's Culling inn about a shindig soon to come to the slums. Vendors of plenty exchange rumors to the lesser folk, they say under their breath that King Cymic is planning an affair within the dimly lit subsection of Storm's Landing.. And he's providing the alcohol. This is a festivity of singing and dancing, of laughter and loving, of drinking so much booze you won't be able to walk home. The party shall start when the Landing sleeps.
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[-Music-]
Forget the waltz, bring your desirable(s) out to dance during the shroud of midnight.
[-Pit Fight-]
The pit will be open to drunken folk who wish to bruise their knuckles on another equally intoxicated man's face. Private bets may be held to any of who want to get their pockets a little bit heavier.
[-Details-]
Date: Dec. 23rd
Time: 2 PM EST
Location: The slums of Storm's Landing
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