[Kolbrandr]<br/><br/>The patrols through Puddles were normally rather tame, especially in comparison to those to the north or the east.  Cheliax and Qadira kept pushing against the borders that Osirion had claimed, and Taldor had flatly refused to compromise on possession of Absalom.  In fact, only her claim had any legitimacy at all, but the...irregularity of the manner in which she had taken the throne shaded doubt on that, as she had not technically been in line for succession.  But that was no matter in Puddles, the realm of stagnant water and mosquitoes.  Thousands of the pests surrounded Amon even now, as he moved through the edges of the district.  He would need a boat to go into the true depths of the district, and single-man boats were rare in the city.  All of a sudden the cracks of shattering wood and splashing of water, as well as cries of pain and fear came from deeper in the district, on the other side of a number of buildings.<br/><br/>((Perception Check))