*In the most unholy damp of the northwest Amian coast, Raz'zak trudges aimlessly through Uhm, until he happens upon a shrine to the goddes of water, Ishtishia. The Kossuthan sneers with distaste under his helmet, his fingers clenching to a gauntleted fist that remains for several long moments, before the elderly priest takes a deep breath and begins to look about for the shrine's caretaker.*
*The Kossuthan continues asking about for some time, his inquiries polite, despite being in the face of likely adversity, and emphasising his desire for a dialogue with the clergy of the "second most powerful" element; it seems he cannot quite stop himself from a mild jibe.*

Nonetheless, he remains persistent, until he gains a response of some kind, going so far as to state that the matters which he wishes to discuss are urgent, grave and, for a Kossuthan a quite unusual phrasing, concern the balance of nature itself on the isle.

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GSID: Piranha, Borntokill, Free Beer, Bad Luck Inc.
Player of: Nothing atm. Busy elsewhere.

Grell: I would like to hire the Kossuth maid service. Do you do waste disposal? I've a list of homes you could visit