Bane nodded respectfully at the group of Nether creatures exiting the Kindled Spirit tavern. The Marshal's bald dome shone in the mid-afternoon sun of Glory City. Among its residents, the Nether had quite a large population; however, they were by far the least problematic of the Colonial races. They frequented the Kindled Spirit because Nix was known to visit often.
"Good morning, Marshal Bane." A young girl in black pigtails waved from her seat on the dock.
"Hmm... How's crafting this morning, Shana?" Bane glanced at the dock-front shops; as usual, there were lines out the doors.
Shana favored him with a toothless smile. "I made a dress for one of my dolls. Somehow the stitching was wrong. I'm taking a break."
