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In the midst of the chaotic brawl, Carthen successfully breaks free from Tarth's grasp, shoving the enraged enforcer away from Ihrin. However, as he maneuvers through the crowd of scrambling urchins, he feels the sharp sting of Hookshank's knife slipping between his ribs, causing a sharp intake of breath and a surge of pain. Tarth, now free to act, flies into a frenzy, spittle flying from his roars as he draws a heavy iron morning star. But Carthen, undeterred by his injuries, swiftly retaliates with his light hammer, smashing Tarth's shoulder to gravel. Despite the pain, Tarth presses on, delivering a brutal blow with the morning star to Carthen's abdomen.

Meanwhile, Ihrin's attack on Hookshank pierces him with a shard of ice, causing him to collapse instantly. With her immediate threat neutralized, Lira regains her footing and focuses her attention on the orc enforcer across the room. As Bran lands on her shoulder, the starknife begins to hum with arcane power, and she looses it towards Grakk, striking him deeply before Bran deftly grabs the weapon in its hooked talons.

In response, Grakk roars ferociously at Lira, stunning her momentarily before rushing forward and slamming his hatchet into her thigh. As the far door opens to reveal a cluttered office stacked with books, a man dressed in a faded noble's robe enters, his hand slipping beneath his robe to retrieve a glass vial swirling with noxious fumes. He hurls it towards the gathered combatants, but Ihrin's arcane ward protects her, causing the vial to shatter harmlessly. However, the lingering fears and doubts from the noxious fumes leave a haunting sensation in the minds of those present.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop above, Valerica and Caltrix deftly navigate across the swaying rope, their movements guided by determination and focus. As they reach the skylight, they peer through the grimy glass and observe a scar-faced overseer with a whip in hand, moving towards the source of the commotion at the front of the fishery. Directly below the skylight, a large vat containing a slurry of offal, rotting fish, and river water simmers ominously, fueled by the furnace beneath.

In the midst of the chaotic brawl, Carthen successfully breaks free from Tarth's grasp, shoving the enraged enforcer away from Ihrin. However, as he maneuvers through the crowd of scrambling urchins, he feels the sharp sting of Hookshank's knife slipping between his ribs, causing a sharp intake of breath and a surge of pain. Tarth, now free to act, flies into a frenzy, spittle flying from his roars as he draws a heavy iron morning star. But Carthen, undeterred by his injuries, swiftly retaliates with his light hammer, smashing Tarth's shoulder to gravel. Despite the pain, Tarth presses on, delivering a brutal blow with the morning star to Carthen's abdomen.

Meanwhile, Ihrin's attack on Hookshank pierces him with a shard of ice, causing him to collapse instantly. With her immediate threat neutralized, Lira regains her footing and focuses her attention on the orc enforcer across the room. As Bran lands on her shoulder, the starknife begins to hum with arcane power, and she looses it towards Grakk, striking him deeply before Bran deftly grabs the weapon in its hooked talons.

In response, Grakk roars ferociously at Lira, stunning her momentarily before rushing forward and slamming his hatchet into her thigh. As the far door opens to reveal a cluttered office stacked with books, a man dressed in a faded noble's robe enters, his hand slipping beneath his robe to retrieve a glass vial swirling with noxious fumes. He hurls it towards the gathered combatants, but Ihrin's arcane ward protects her, causing the vial to shatter harmlessly. However, the lingering fears and doubts from the noxious fumes leave a haunting sensation in the minds of those present.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop above, Valerica and Caltrix deftly navigate across the swaying rope, their movements guided by determination and focus. As they reach the skylight, they peer through the grimy glass and observe a scar-faced overseer with a whip in hand, moving towards the source of the commotion at the front of the fishery. Directly below the skylight, a large vat containing a slurry of offal, rotting fish, and river water simmers ominously, fueled by the furnace beneath.