"The nicest thing a body can say about the Hive is that the decaying bodies don't lay about the streets too long." Retholien, githzerai     Fourth Void Day of Nihilum, 126 HR Above Síkhara, the multi-story houses leaned against each other as if they wanted to rob the street below of even the last bit of light. Only at a few entrances did small lanterns flicker like pitiful fireflies. The alleys of the Hive had always been a maze of poverty, violence and hopelessness, and that hadn't changed in the few years of Síkhara’s absence. Since her return, she had regularly been out and about here again, on the one hand because of her assignments as a blood hunter and on the other hand because, during her flight with the Barracuda, she had befriended people who lived in the Hive. Since basically nothing had changed, the fire genasi moved through this labyrinth with experienced proficiency. Her leather armor crunched softly with every step and...