Anybody who spent any time in the Wild surge last night will have seen a rather drunken halfling, rambling to anyone who would listen about Florah. Some excerpts are reproduced below.
"Florah, I tells ya, she's a witch! Hired me to go see some half rat thing down in the undercity. Rum deal, that was, I stumble out, half dead with a pack o' rats a dozen strong nippin at me ankles. Wha? Yeah, rats! Big un's. I'd been down there for a good couple of hours tryin to locate this ratman fella, not a friendly bloke let me tell ya. Anyway's, I make me way out with what she needs, followed by all these stinkin vermin, o'course she's waitin by the exit. Cool as the waters of black ice bay, she fries the lot of em with her magics! Acid bolts and magical missiles flyin every which way! Strongest mage in hlint by my reckonin! Huh? Yeah, just an ale, make sure they get it outta the cellar! I hate em warm."
"So what's she doin collectin taxes an balancin accounts, eh? Somethin fishy goin on there and no mistake!"
"Nah, don't get me wrong, nice lady an all, just seems weird they have ta employ a clever mage like her to collect taxes"
