Keep an ear open
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From: Beneath the Sign of the Midnight Moon
Description summary:
Description varies with 
Upon the Belly of the Whale.
| Upon the Belly of the Whale | Description |
|---|---|
| 1-9 | What is there to discuss, except the rain? |
| 10 | Goods and information from all across the Roof pass through the Midnight Moon. There is much to learn here. |
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Unlocked with 
Upon the Belly of the Whale 10 (It is too wet and miserable for juicy rumours.)
Success
Overheard
Description summary:
The text varies with 
Smuggled Airs
Wiki note: Numbers unaccounted for: 9, 20 – 22, 29 – 37, 40, 47 – 51, 57 – 59, 65 – 69, 79 – 84, 98 – 100
| Smuggled Airs | Text |
|---|---|
| 1-8 | "—and so I says to 'em, 'ave you looked down? Place doesn't look very low to me!" The speaker [...] basks in the laughter of his fellows. "They didn't seem to think it was so funny," he muses. "Had to get out of there sharpish." |
| 10-19 | A visiting Miserherder describes, in halting English, an isolated fortress belonging to 'a priesthood of the vulgar tongue'. […] the smuggler across from her listens intently. When she is done, he nods. "We'll chart a different course. Thank you." |
| 23-28 | A man with a stentorian slur and ale in each hand tells tall tales. A warren of death and madness. Bones falling like rain from new-cut bore-holes. Skulls arranged in unseeing mosaics. [...] rumbling from the dark above, like the approach of a great beast. |
| 38-39 | A woman with a knife at her belt and rust beneath her nails eats with a vigour that repels and fascinates in equal measure. "More," she calls as each plate empties. "More!" Tears carve rivers down her dirty cheeks. |
| 41-46 | The Starved and slowly Starving [...] argue endlessly about their Moon-Misers. Whether they flourish. Where the next migration will end. Whose is quickest, or strongest, or most lovely. Which will bear the fairest clutch when they next visit the Mooncotes. |
| 52-56 | Returning smugglers bring news of the latest tricks of the revenue men, the White-and-Golds, [...]. "We'll need to change the designs of the barrels again," one laments. [...] "I'll let the Candle-Men know," [...] "We lead, the law follows. It was ever thus." |
| 60-64 | A [...] youth, clearly fresh from New Newgate, pulls a knife after a particularly pointed jibe. The room stills.
"We don't do that here, boy." A Starved Man stands [...] [...]"This one stays aboard your vessel until you leave. [...]" The youth's captain nods, white-faced. |
| 70-78 | By the hearth, a lad with [...] sallow complexion of a New Newgate inmate stands to bellow a toast. "To Old Resurrection!" A ragged cheer rises in the pub, with many glasses raised [...] "Don't let 'er hear you call 'er old," a voice from the corner croons. |
| 85-89 | An [...] accordion struggles through the final bars of something halfway between a shanty and a nursery rhyme:
'Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie. Most of the patrons [...] seem to […] |
| 90-97 | Today the Moon hosts a captain who – or so the story goes – has flown so far east that the Roof begins to curve back down towards the zee.[...] [...] "Do you think you'll ever return?" She peers at the querent [...] "Return? I never left." |
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You've gained 1 x Tempestuous Tale
Nightmares is increasing… (+1? CP)
[Smuggled Airs change…] (random)
