Rites

Mysterious Note

Faris approaches you, looking perplexed, showing a wrinkled, greasy paper that appears to have wrapped meat. Written in crooked charcoal letters in the center: "Come to the dog-fighting pit."

This might be a trap or a joke, but he asks if you'd accompany him.

ID: 5008160

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 5 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0

Starts Automatically: No

Triggers Result Automatically: No

Tag Tips: None

Tag Tips Up: None

Tag Tips Text: None

Random Text: None

Random Text Up: None

Actions When Wait Expires

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Slots

Slot #1
Faris

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #2
You must personally accompany him

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

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Outcome

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Extra

The dog-fighting pit bustles as usual. Now that you know its true backer, you better understand its brazen operation. Noble-run gambling establishments face heavy restrictions, prohibitive taxes, and strict rules - yet none of these constraints matter for the Sultan's personal venture. No wonder this pit has crushed all nearby competition... Other gambling houses might almost seem honest by comparison!

You both stand at the entrance, neither wanting to enter. Just hearing the hounds' barking reminds you of Luna.

After a while, Faris grows impatient.

"Probably just a tasteless prank," he says. "Let's go."

As you turn to leave, someone rushes from the darkness, thrusting a ragged bundle into Faris's arms before fleeing.

That bundle... it's warm and moving! You pull back the cloth...

A fluffy puppy lies in Faris's hands, barely two weeks old, covered in glossy black fur, chubby and healthy. Most striking is the crescent-shaped white mark on its forehead...

Faris's hands tremble uncontrollably as he cradles the puppy, his face first brightening, then nearly breaking into tears.

"Idiot, complete idiot... whoever did this, prepared this for me, is an absolute idiot! My Luna was the finest Saluki hunting dog, purest bloodline... What is this? A mutt! A mongrel! This fool knows nothing about dogs!"

Then he buries his face in the puppy's soft fur, sobbing loudly.

The puppy innocently licks his face. Passersby stare in bewilderment. Inside the pit, cheers erupt as someone wins.

"Little Moon," Faris's voice is muffled. "You little mongrel, little mutt, little wretch, your name... is Little Moon."

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