<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/vHXG4gJ.jpg)</div>(https://i.imgur.com/uFVarx9.png)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/BENWtmJ.png)<br/>Character Sheet (http://"https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2340985")<br/><br/>"There's actually a really great cantina nearby," Call said.   "I'm supposed to meet my friends there.  The Sop House.  It's run by --"<br/><br/><strong>GM EVENT!</strong><br/><br/>Call was interrupted by something extraordinary.  A holographic image of a porcine countenance appeared over the city center.  It must have been twenty stories tall.<br/><br/>It smiled, the large head rotating slowly in the late-morning sky. It was the porcine face of Velin Wir, Metatheran Cartel representative to Cularin. Without introduction, he spoke.<br/><br/><em>"Good people, to enhance your celebration I bring grand tidings."</em><br/><br/>The crowd grew silent. What little Cartel presence you had, often seemed too much. Velin Wir's face was known to all, and trusted by almost none. Something about the too-broad smile, combined with the too-narrow eyes.<br/><br/><em>"The Metatheran Cartel has decided that the Cularin system is worthy of heavier investment. In addition to our small office, we intend to provide you with a full-fledged Cartel trading and distribution center, to truly help make Cularin an integral part of the galaxy at large."</em><br/><br/>And with another too-broad smile, the holoprojection flickered, and faded.<br/><br/>The celebration continued, but more subdued. Some revelers, already well past inebriation, continued as loudly as before, but many found Velin Wir's message disturbing. Small groups began to break off from the main body of the party, concerned persons looking for somewhere at least marginally more quiet.