Lerrick's Shelter

[*B-Smith]

A few days after the bombing in the Lower Ward, a Spell jammer can be seen, hovering above the Orphanage. A ladder is sent down, and one by one the children climb onboard. Each carries a sack with them and Fargul observes the entire process, with much care. After half a day, the orphanage stands empty, while the Jammer lifts up into the air, majestically moving towards the Lady's Ward and then into the vastness of the multiverse.

Fargul walks through the empty hallways, which are now eerily quiet. To anyone who asks, he justified this process by saying:

"Ye kiddin' me? Wif all dis shyte happenin' nowadays in dis part o' town? Coul' jus' aswell put steaks on 'em an' throw them into a pit wit hungry raptors! Same outcome. Nay me friend, I be gettin' 'em outta 'ere... Together wit all those other kids I coulnae find yet!"

At the end of the day, he sat on his balcony, sipping his wine and thinking about how much of a self-righteous bastard he was. He already missed the voices from down below... However he needed a clear head for now.

The Restaurant "To the Laughing Sword" was still open.

[*B-Smith]

One by one, did Fargul find adoptive parents for his children. Even though he was much too paranoid to do it before, he now gave them to people he either knew or whom he had checked out first. Some of the older kids were handed to respective craftsmen. Some would end up on Spelljammers as sailors, to embrace a new life. All of them. Some would stay with Fargul... A little group.

From the court of the Orphanage, the sound of blades meeting each other can be heard.