'Pig and Whistle' A man in tattered garments sits perched on a wall, toying with a shiv in his hands. A crowd of estranged travellers start to flock around him, curious about his ramblings. Uncertain as to why, your curiosity pulls you closer. His speech becomes more coherent as you approach: "…stands in the Old District quarter. I can tell you that it’s a well-known favourite for our lackey Guard. Placed right next to the barracks. Convenient that, ain’t it?” He chuckles. “Those plate