The three step out of The Burrows into the chilly Waterdeep night - and rain. It's not the heavy downpour it was a few hours ago, but it's definitely wet out there. Thankfully this the Castle Ward, so the streetlamps have been lit, rows of orange candleflames lighting the cobbled streets.<br/><br/>Even in this weather and at this hour, the streets are busy enough; A young human in a black cap with gold felt "flames" around its brim is nearby, shading himself under an umbrella while trying to re-light the wick on his pole.<br/><br/>Across the street are a band of other young humans, dressed in fine silks and fripperies, clustered under the awning of one "Curious Past," smoking slender pipes and looking sour.<br/><br/>An surprisingly burly elvish man is pulling an oilskin over a load of something in his oxcart, currently looking a bit pestered at a human woman shaking a sheet of paper at him, with more clutched to her chest.