<strong>Clump</strong>!  The soft report of rubber against cobblestone declared that Chris had landed neatly on the other side of the city wall. Chris was now safe beyond the city wall, and near her goal of locating the Cure for her condition. That's what the Stranger had called it. A Condition, like the flu or a nasty rash. Everyone else called it a Curse.<br/><br/>Whatever it was, the Curse had to go. It was ruining her career. Chris had spent years building up on the lie that she was actually a boy.  Then this 'condition' had to go and ruin it all by causing a massive orgy in the town square while she slept. An orgy that she cheerfully took part in, despite being still asleep.<br/><br/>Whoops.<br/><br/>The Stranger had helped her escape the Clan hunt, and was kind enough to point Chris towards Shattered Relic. She had heard of the place before; bandits used the city occasionally as a hide out. They didn't stay long though, it was supposed to be haunted or something. She did know that the Iron Knives gang was still holed up here, somewhere in the Docks. The Stranger had insisted she check the gardens, declaring that was where the Cursed once slept.<br/><br/>The Stranger's words echoed in her mind, but the Iron Knives had been here longer and probably knew the city better. What would Chris do?