Brackett had nodded his assent to Tara, and for a moment it seemed he wanted to add something.  He thought the better of it, waving the three off and turning back to another pile of documents on his desk.<br/><br/>Outside the streets of Listan are still calm and mostly empty.  A warm orange light flickers strangely through the layer of chimney smoke and morning mist haunting the rooftops, but not quite enough yet to stave off the chill in the air.  The upper tiers of Listan stretch off in the distance, and from here the party can just manage to make out the pointed towers of the Lord-Mayor's estate.  Here, in that uncertain twilight, it seems a town torn straight from a dream.<br/><br/>A quick glance at the map (more of a hasty scribble, really) would tell them that Deep End wasn't that far.  Most of the more well-to-do folks lived up in the hillside, whereas those of lesser means clustered at the bottom.  Listan had no<em>slums</em>in the traditional sense, but it was no secret to anyone that the buildings there were in desperate need of some proper upkeep.