Spring Break, Cyseal, Thursday Morning/Afternoon

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It was another lovely day in Cyseal, with only a minor hint of sulfur in the air and a quickly-diminishing case of orcs on the coast.

At least one woman was dancing across the street, singing songs that only rhymed in a philosophical sort of way.

Ah, Cyseal.

[[ wait for the ocd up! | king crab tavern | cyseal | outside cyseal | ooc/npc ]]