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Seeing the glorious keep cements your resolve. Having come all this way, you will win the position you crave by any means necessary. [+Bile]

I must be like Vatch, you tell yourself. Fearless, undaunted in the face of majesty. You try to summon up that gadfly's confidence best you can.

There's a sprawling town just outside the walls of the keep, stretching on towards the coast. Port Covens, reads a sign as you pass.

You vaguely recollect hearing the name somewhere, but had no idea it was so large. You stare down the hillside across the shingled roofs and winding streets. It must be three times the size of Billingsley.

You suppose you need to get accustomed to crowds, if you're seeking to live amongst the powerful.

Onward