Dark clouds loomed over Leona when Jarek, Satchel, and Basco reached the city’s southern gates. A pattering of rain fell on them as they walked through the city. They made straight for the Drunken Hammer and asked about Loth’s whereabouts. They were directed to the northeastern district, a hodgepodge collection of wooden shanties and crumbling homes that housed much of Leona’s poor. Its streets were narrow, and the pungent aroma of sewage hung in the air. It reminded Satchel of the Pipes.
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