January 27th, 2021
The streets were chaos. People running frantically away from the commotion. Explosions shook the stone houses of Ebonhawke.
Riots had broken out among the stalls of Kestrel Market.
A man clad in fine silks with sharp, intelligent eyes and black hair yelled to a woman on the other side of the table laden with goods.
"Sopha! Let's go! We'll be burned alive by the Separatists if we don't get out of here!"
Sopha, a medium height woman with dark hair and blue eyes, clearly frightened, quickly gathered as many of the valuable silks as she could.
"Sophie, there's no time. We must go!" exclaimed the man.
"Seamus, we can't leave without the coffer!" cried Amalia.
Seamus dove under the table digging frantically for the coffer as another explosion just a few stalls down sprayed debris in their faces. Separatists were spreading through the market from the South end, pistols and torches in hand.
Eyes burning from debris and the sulfuric smell of explosives, Seamus felt his hand grasp the corner of the steel-banded wooden coffer...
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