TypeLoreProgressAccount-wide
LoreCivilian Atrium SouthDrifter rounded a corner in the Bazaar, and grabbed a cloth hanging from one of the stalls.
He ducked a gate, passing through a little-used doorway into a civilian corridor. As he walked, he wrapped the cloth around himself, covering his head and hiding his face. He changed his gait and his posture by degrees as he…
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