Darius met Cid, the steward of this land.
And told him of the words or the surviving man.
Cid knew not why the surviving man would identify his name.
And paused in silence quizzically until he did proclaim,
“I know a soul who might shed light upon this mystery.
He once rode with the Brotherhood, but now his life depends on me.
This city has it's secrets, dark voices hid below.
Come follow me, young Darius, there's things that you should know.”

On the outskirts of Fairhaven, in an abandoned tavern.
Cid opened up a secret door, revealing a dark cavern.
A spiral staircase led their steps, that echoed as they went.
As flickering torchlight danced the walls, and guided their decent.

Finally at deepest depths, there opened a great hall.
With hundreds huddled on the ground, the sick, the dying, one and all.

You see, young Darius, Fairhaven is a rouse.
Where above a constant pleasure feast, lies below this great refuge.
I take the funds from party-goers, and visitors of the town,
And use the money tending to the oppressed here underground.
Their shackled lives are here unbound.

"Duke Cid, who are these tortured souls,
And from whence did they come?
How did you come to house them here?
The sick, the poor, the blind, the dumb?
Bring word of this to King Ghermund,
His gracious majesty,
For surely he will heed the call,
and render aid to thee."

"Young Darius, though brave and strong,
You know little of the world.
You serve your king with blind devotion,
Now the truth must be unfurled.
For it was the king himself,
Who exiled them to this place,
They were overtaxed and underfed,
And fallen from his grace."

They reached the man that Cid had spoken of,
A wounded former Brother of the rebellion up above.
He said "I will not speak to this drone of an evil crown,
Tell him to ask the Brotherhood in their own town.
Renegade Ridge is where they're found."

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