conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: AirApparent: Cadag walks to a sidestreet off of the market towards Sunhome. The quickest route would take him through Rakdos territory, but the next quickest routes that don't have a high chance of meeting the people who got the drop on him and his partner, killed Moira, and nearly killed him are through what was a mountain range and is now a series of Izzet steamworks and laboratories. A section of these labs have been abandoned and fell into disrepair, where a group of Burning-tree clansmen have taken up residence.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lizard Lord: Cadag will cross Izzet territory. While he dislikes the mad mages he can think of no reason for them to bother him as long as he leaves them be. Where the various Gruul clans, Burning-Tree included, would be liable to pick a fight for no reason. Not something Cadag would normally mind, but he has a mission to focus on first.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: AirApparent: Soot fills the air as you traverse the streets of this section of city. Goblins and humans in strange garb bustle back and forth, some with stacks of paper and others with strange metal or glass devices. After some time of walking, you here shouts of  "Stop that Weird"  and  Ooh, better record this  as a strange, icy looking figure appears to be skiing right towards you. As it gets closer you can see it has an icy body, but within it glows like a flickering fire, and where its hair would be were it human, fire and ice intermingle. People duck out of the way as it careens by, and it freezes a hapless goblin solid as the poor fellow tries to activate some magical net object. As it skis you notice that it leaves a trail of ice behind it from which fiery tongues also lash up.
  
  The weird is about 50 feet from you and headed straight towards you. Roll for initiative.