Scene 2

The Flooded Boardwalks

The path leading from the tavern to the main drainage hub winds through a labyrinth of collapsing walkways and narrow alleys where the water runs chest-deep on a halfling. Thick sea fog has rolled in from the Inner Sea, reducing visibility to a few fleeting feet and swallowing the distant, comforting sounds of Absalom's higher districts.

Rusted iron tie-rings and broken skiffs bump rhythmically against the sides of abandoned buildings, creating a deceptive cadence that covers the approach of any lurking horrors.