<strong>Inspector Renault </strong>(NPC)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Maria (Age: 18)<br/><hr/><br/>"That's a very good question and you might be surprised to realize that anyone that decides to summon a Fae from the Mistlands usually isn't all that bright to begin with. Oh, sure with the right magic they can lock it in a circle and try to use it for it's knowledge or powers or whatever but that's all foolish. You should know that striking a bargain with a Fae means you come out on the losing end of it.  So generally, anyone dumb enough to summon one to our realm is usually stupid enough to blatantly advertise it.  Provided that they don't get themselves killed first."  He was quite serious about this sort of thing. It was afterall his job to enforce the rules that forbade people from summoning Fae. Why? Because that meant interfering with the conflict between light and dark and possibly unbalancing the arcane balance.<br/><br/>The car drove along a freeway sort of interchange that led them to an off-ramp. The big sign above it clearly read, Clichy-sous-Bois. Just driving along Maria would be able to look down off the road and into the housing projects below. It was a start contrast from the heart of Paris. Like another world. Tarnished looking buildings, burnt out shells, boarded up and spray painted over businesses. It's no wonder the Paris Subways and Train services didn't stop here. This is where the government authorities had long ago sent off all of their most unwanted citizens. If one read the textbooks they'd read about strict rules put in place, and street cleaning projects designed to get the poor out of the heart of the city. Clichy-sous-Bois was the refuse bin of Paris. The inhabitants of the area mostly of African and Middle Eastern decent, regardless family ancestry - all were poor.