Continuing for a fortnight, every morn and noon and eve, Tuldar bar-Khaine, unenviable arbiter of Hoar, stands at the main throughfares in the Docks Ward. The tiefling exhorts the citizens. While his speech varies by occasion, the tone and feel is always the same. One such speech is recorded.
Citizens of the Docks Ward, sahibs, lend me your ears! I am new to Waterdeep, but I see its spirit—fierce and unyielding, even in the grimness of Asteril's Way. Yet danger still lurks—brigands, crawling out of the scum to rob us not just of coin but of something far greater: the safety of your children.
I am an aybtep from Unther, not a hero or a noble of Waterdeep. I serve Assuran, called 'Hoar' in this land, the Doombringer. And I know this: justice and the safety of your young go hand in hand. If we do not act now, who will protect the next generation? Together, we can carve out a world where children laugh and grow—have no regard to the necessarily spilt, guilty blood. Stay sharp. Scorn the thieves, stand fearless with the City Watch and the Magisters, and trust blades which prune injustice!
This Ward is your home, not a birdcage for the malefactors. Together, we are a moral bolt for the Hurler of Thunders. Justice is not a hope—it’s a promise. Our children deserve a sinless world.
Let us show them: the Docks Ward belongs to us. Raise your voices and your blades—for justice and for your children!
During that fortnight . . .
In the early morn, before the sunrise, the bodies of low-level thieves can be found, with obvious cuts from a kukri. One or two a day. A sign around the corpses' necks always reads, "Murderer. Thief." . . .
