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 === IX. An orb, a doll, and a twisted purpose ===
-The following morning, after a swift council, the party resolved to deliver the Orb to the designated warehouse, the one indicated by the head of Cantanagia, and rid themselves of the accursed thing with haste. Sticking to the most crowded paths, and sensing the presence of hidden, shadowy watchers along the rooftops, they arrived unscathed at the delivery point. Here, Will casually patted his leather satchel and felt a chilling lightness, the horror rapidly setting in. Checking the contents of his travelling bag was a nightly ritual, one that Ribby and Roar had diverted him from the night before with the promises of relaxing massages and joints lubrication. But the greater shock lay within his breastplate compartment. The pouch containing the Orb was open, and the Orb itself was fused to his very body, partially sunken into his plating and impossible to remove. Next to it, the item he now frantically searched for lay—a small, simple thing of thread and wool: a [[npc:doll|]], which he clutched to quickly hide away.
+The following morning, after a swift council, the party resolved to deliver the Orb to the designated warehouse, the one indicated by the head of Cantanagia, and rid themselves of the accursed thing with haste. Sticking to the most crowded paths, and sensing the presence of hidden, shadowy watchers along the rooftops, they arrived unscathed at the delivery point. Here, Will casually patted his leather satchel and felt a chilling lightness, the horror rapidly setting in. Checking the contents of his travelling bag was a nightly ritual, one that Ribby and Roar had diverted him from the night before with the promises of relaxing massages and joints lubrication. But the greater shock lay within his breastplate compartment. The pouch containing the Orb was open, and the Orb itself was fused to his very body, partially sunken into his plating and impossible to remove. Next to it, the item he now frantically searched for lay—a small, simple thing of thread and wool: a [[npc:doll|doll]], which he clutched to quickly hide away.
 As his companions circled him, confused as to why their normally calm friend was now visibly agitated, they realized their troublesome mission had become more complicated with a new and dark twist. Yet, there was no time for discussion; they stood before the warehouse doors. The small Ribbet attempted to scout the building, but a voice from within had already noted their presence, inquiring as to their purpose.
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 === XIV. The Raven's Intervention ===
-Meanwhile, the rest of the party had cornered the fugitive. Without losing time in pleasantries, the Clank’s iron hand closed around her throat, hoisting her into the air. “Give us the truth and aid our flight,” they pressed, “or find your end upon this very spot.” The woman, however, was not much moved by the threat as she preferred the embrace of the grave over the betrayal of her masters, which would also lead to the same fate. Time, that most cruel of masters, was however expiring. The assassins drew near, and the air hissed with their deadly darts. It was only when a Raven, the keen-eyed Phobos, plummeted from the heavens like a bolt of black lightning upon the assailants that the party found their opening. Under the cover of this feathered fury, and thanks to Mirelle previous architecture sightseeing, they vanished into the press of a crowded tavern, disappearing for good from the eyes of their hunters.
+Meanwhile, the rest of the party had cornered the fugitive. Without losing time in pleasantries, the Clank’s iron hand closed around her throat, hoisting her into the air. “Give us the truth and aid our flight,” they pressed, “or find your end upon this very spot.” The woman, however, was not much moved by the threat as she preferred the embrace of the grave over the betrayal of her masters, which would also lead to the same fate. Time, that most cruel of masters, was however expiring. The assassins drew near, and the air hissed with their deadly darts. It was only when a Raven, the keen-eyed [[npc:Phobos|]], plummeted from the heavens like a bolt of black lightning upon the assailants that the party found their opening. Under the cover of this feathered fury, and thanks to Mirelle previous architecture sightseeing, they vanished into the press of a crowded tavern, disappearing for good from the eyes of their hunters.
 === XV. The Secret of Rudiana ===
-Reunited within the dim, ale-scented safety of the tavern's back-alley, the party resumed the interrogation. Though the gaps in Will’s memory remained vast as a canyon, they pried a few pieces of truth from the woman’s silence. She spoke of him as a Sentinel of Zamak, a relic birthed in the distant great city of Rudiana.
+Reunited within the dim, ale-scented safety of the tavern's back-alley, the party resumed the interrogation. Though the gaps in Will’s memory remained vast as a canyon, they pried a few pieces of truth from the woman’s silence. She spoke of him as a Sentinel of Zamak, a relic birthed in the distant great city of [[geography:settlement:rudiana|]].
-Under the grim threat of a snapped neck, a bargain was struck. The woman-Captain Eleanor Marghissa, affiliated with the Shadows of Spefur—offered them safe passage out of Kalzendil, a city that now seemed to crave their blood, or gears, at every corner. Her vessel would carry them closer to the borders of Rudiana. Before the pact was sealed, she spoke of their true foes: a circle of cultists, dark and demonic one could say, who sought to capture the Clank to fuel their own ambitions of power.
+Under the grim threat of a snapped neck, a bargain was struck. The woman, Captain [[npc:Eleanor Marghissa|]], revealed her affiliation with the [[organisation:faction:shadows_of_spefur|]] and agreed to provide safe passage out of Kalzendil, a city that now seemed to crave their blood, or gears, at every corner. Her vessel would carry them closer to the borders of Rudiana. Before the pact was sealed, she spoke of their true foes: a circle of [[organisation:faction:cultists]], dark and demonic one could say, who sought to capture the Clank to fuel their own ambitions of power.
 === XVI. The Eve of Departure ===

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