A three young hyur women have gone missing in Ul'dah in the past two days, leaving not a single trace of them save for perhaps a single scrap of cloth from the hem of one of their skirts. No one knows where they have gone or where they might have been taken.
No one ever notices the lesser sheep waiting to be culled. They do not see the blood that spills - the shadows that shift and awaken.
This is Ul'dah after all. Who wold notice three missing people in a sea of avarice?
Who would notice a humble seamstress, a refugee, and a lone dancer in a city where coin matters above all?
No one.
No one until it is far too late.
No one ever notices the lesser sheep waiting to be culled. They do not see the blood that spills - the shadows that shift and awaken.
This is Ul'dah after all. Who wold notice three missing people in a sea of avarice?
Who would notice a humble seamstress, a refugee, and a lone dancer in a city where coin matters above all?
No one.
No one until it is far too late.
