You pull a coin out of your satchel and toss it into a hat in front of a crowd of jugglers and clowns. One of the female clowns, a tall elf woman, tosses you a rose in return that she pulled from a sleeve. You wave goodbye and are just about to continue on to the shops when a large explosion echoed just a few blocks away near a large garden district. Your first instinct is to let the guards handle it, but then you realize that the direction the smoke is coming from is right next to a Simic clinic.
"I'd better at least investigate this..." you mutter under your breath as you run past a crowd of worried civilians. You see a few of your fellow guildmates heading in the direction of the disaster as well along the way, clearly this was something big. You round a corner and nearly knock a portly man over as he flees from the clouds of smoke and fire. "Oh no..." you whisper softy as you look upon the ghastly scene before you.
Several buildings were on fire and half of the public garden was blanketed in flames and smoke. There didn't appear to be many injured, but several people were laying dead under piles of debris and rubble. The clinic you had hoped to investigate was little more than a thin charred frame that looked seconds away from collapse. "Who did this...?" came the shocked voice of one of the other Simic to arrive, a young woman with light green skin and flowing blue hair.
You didn't answer and merely began walking forward as the blaze roared around you.
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