Auora: Day 4, Month 11, Year 13,239 Rain fell steadily from the sky, and the ale came even steadier. Tonight was an ideal night for contracts and silent work among the gangs of Auora. Weary travelers huddled in every corner of the Pike and Pint, easy victims for a simple pickpocketing. The tavern wenches ran … More The Whispering Pass: Prologue