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Spring Wind	The stars shimmer in the night sky over the scattered, busy skyline of Great Forks. Somewhere, performers tumble and cheer in praise of a local god. Somewhere, music plays accompanied by solemn voices reciting sacred epics. Somewhere, a revel is held with all the pleasures of life to remind those present that they are all part of the Godhead's great story. And somewhere, on this night, a figure stands at the top of a tall building overlooking many walkways as her eyes scan the streets and pedestrians below... Her gaze fixed on one of the Guild's offices, those coming in, those coming out, and those simply passing by.
Tiziri	The weird thing about Tizis? They're not always as easy to find as they seem. Or at least, one can think they did. Tiziri -might- have walked by at least twice. But was it her? Was it really? Each time it's a different outfit, a different look to the hair or something. What's going on? Of course, she's just a passer by. Once. Twice. Three times. But not... the same? And the most recent, dressed in a flowey skirt and tight top makes her way towards that wonderful music, pausing at a food stall to get some fried dumplings and then continuing onwards. Just another reveler?