Dungeon Master Orange wrote:
While sauntering through the residential terrace, you take in the town in a new light. You take extra notice in the faces of the townsfolk, in a way you haven't looked before. Friendly people, with histories and fruitful lives. These men and women, who amidst their celebration preparation of setting up lanterns and colorful streamers, all know in the back of their mind that tomorrow they will be having a good time tomorrow, and will be getting ridiculously drunk.
Your reverie breaks for a moment when you notice a woman standing at the top of a ladder, holding up a string of lights. She sighs heavily in frustration, and mumbles to herself, seemingly to be criticizing her forethought. (Oh what the hell did I do this for, that sort of thing.) Her arms seem to be wobbling a little, it appears that she has been standing in that position for a short while now.
Vasani watches the woman struggle for a moment before sighing to herself. "This isn't exactly the kind of work I was hoping for."
She walks to the base of the ladder and calls out to the woman, "You look like you could use a hand."
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