Port-à-Lucine - Quartier Savant

[Grendlykins, Simp of Azalin Rex]

After being made to wait for some time, the elderly figure speaks with the clerk and asks for Sargent Arnaude Fosse to leave word of what his hours of attendance will be, preferably left at Les Presses du Savoir.

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[Avela]

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[An elven woman draped in silken attire suited to her figure and raven hair done up in a simple yet elegant style is seen entering the City of Lights. Before she does anything else, she walks straight to the Headquarters of the Gendarmerie (after wandering the area for a few moments, appearing to be a little lost), entering through the doors with a calm disposition. She is there for a little while before exiting, continuing on with her business. She is seen visiting the occasional establishments and other public places within the city.]

[After weeks of her absence the woman returns in silks dressed for spring, reporting herself to the Headquarters once again, keeping to herself aside from offering a polite smile to passers by.]

[Madame Trousers Son]

Late in the evening, the Gendarmerie's usually ordered sounds are disturbed by the sight of a figure in a ground floor room trying to jump out of a window... only to impact against the glass pane and bounce off. Subsequently, there is shouting, shooting, and the sound of violence... it doesn't last long.

[Wargtimmen]

There have been some workers spotted near Parc Jardine, carrying statues covered by cloth, planters, tables, candelabras...They were heading to Shop II. A red haired elven woman with prosthetic arm clad in midnight blue clothes opened the door of Shop II, she was counting the furnishes and other decoration items while leading them into the rooms inside. 

[AKnownyMouse]

*A folded letter is left at the door of Shop 8*

Mademoiselle et Messeurs of the Velvet Canvas.

Greetings.

I write to you to query if your interest in the arts would extend to the seedier aspect of the pursuit of the creative outlet.

Leave word at the Broken Spire Inn for Azimuth, if you would like to take this further.

Your day be blessed.

[Sinful Mystic]

Some might think it odd that the Thalasum of House Elevashe plans to hold a tea party for Elves in Port-au-Lucine. It is said to be happening around 4pm this very day in Store #2 of the Savant district. It is likely not a welcome sight.

//OOC

4pm EST

[gotesu]

A young member of the gentry in dire condition seems to have been helped to the Gendarmery early in the morning, carrying a body and looking visibly disoriented. He seems to have been followed by two women who had helped better his condition, but remain there as they depart.

[Sinful Mystic]

A hustle and bustle might be observed at the former "Store number III", now renamed "House Elevashe". A surprising mixture of local help, Sithican and Outlander Elves seem to be making last minute preparations for a celebration of some kind. Caterers, cases of wine and even a piano might have been spied entering the recently redecorated building. A bit surprising as piano is not a traditional Elven instrument.

//OOC This is tomorrow at Noon EST. Some people's invitations may have been overlooked due to difficulty in tracking down forum name or simple oversight. We would urge any Sithican PC or Associate of the House to consider themselves invited.

[Moshimo]

As dawn breaks, several agents of the Red Vardo Traders direct a horse drawn cart through the upper, more secluded levels of the Quartier Savant. One by one they would lift planks of rotten wood along with barrels full of dirt and debris that had been left outside of Shop Twenty Seven, loading the detritus into the sturdy cart for transport. Despite the speculation that surrounds the establishment, it is evident that some significant work was being put into the building.

[bobith]

The crash of shattered glass breaks the peace of the Savant in the dark hours after midnight. Ne'er-do-wells bringing mischief through the Ouvrier gate? Or perhaps a gaggle of foreigners indulging too heavily on the local wine (and who can blame them?) In any case, the Gendarmerie has surely been roused.

[Madame Trousers Son]

Come morning, a full patrol of Gendarme sweeps the whole quarter, vigilant for signs of troublemakers.