Editing Enjoy the certainty that your vengeance bought

{{Action
|Icon = nemesis2.png
|From Storylet title = The Rewards of Ambition
|ID = 236732
|Description = The score has been settled, and Mr Cups is no more. The Bazaar tries to keep it a secret, but you know the truth. It is information you make use of, on occasion.
|Game Instructions = This will grant a mix of rewards and reduce your Nightmares.
|Unlocked with = {{Unlock|Ambition: Nemesis|4300 - 4500}}
|Success title = Resolved
|Success description = When you walk the streets you can see the sigils of your story ablaze – […] – on the skin of the Bazaar. To your eye, they are as piercing as the Pole Star.
[…]
|Success summary = The colour of the sigils varies based on [[Ambition: Nemesis – One Last Matter|the story you chose to tell to Lilac]]. The second paragraph varies based on {{IL|The Airs of London}}.<noinclude><ref>Note: the text is based on the ''new'' Airs value, after it is randomized.</ref></noinclude>
{{Variant table|Condition = Ambition: Nemesis|Condition alias = Story|Effect = Sigil Colour|Compact = Yes
|Value 4300 (A partial tale, about revenge satisfied) = red and raging
|Value 4400 (The full story, of how vengeance allows no rest) = silver and savage
|Value 4500 (Another story, not of vengeance but of loss) 3 = blue and grieving
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{{Variant table|Condition = The Airs of London|Condition alias = Airs|Effect = Second Paragraph|Compact = Yes|Show Unaccounted = yes
|Value 2 - 16 = Today, one of the Relickers saw you coming and hastily crossed the street rather than cross your path. You have become an object of dreaded suspicion to them. It's quite satisfying.
|Value 20 - 38 = Occasionally, the Bazaar emits another mournful, unanswered chime. The Gazette speculates furiously on what it means. The remaining Masters are silent.
|Value 40 - 59 = Seated in your favourite chair, you recall the last moments of Mr Cups, as it was dragged into the dreams of the dead. How is it doing there, you wonder. You raise a glass of sherry to the empty room, and indulge in a biscuit.
|Value 60 - 77 = You hear that […] last week, Mr Wines snapped at a meeting with a representative of the Morelways mushroom-fields. Reports say he threw a goblet into a mirror, breaking it, and stormed out shouting "There are only so many duties our shoulders can bear!"
|Value 80 - 100 = You dreamed last night that you were back in the Beggar's Wake. The wide moor stretched around you. The wisps of stars trembled above. And a wind howled like a hungry wolf. But it was only a dream.
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*{{Gone|A Consequence of your Ambition –}}
*{{Gain|Searing Enigma|1 x}}
*{{Gain|Hard-Earned Lesson|2 x}}
*{{Gain|Hastily Scrawled Warning Note|2 x}}
*{{Drop|Nightmares|-5 CP}}
*{{Gain|Making Waves|+10 CP}}
*{{Gain|Blackmail Material|1 x}}
*{{Airs|The Airs of London|hidden=yes}}