Talk:Attract a Visitor at Hallowmas/@comment-86.138.145.108-20131015150840

New option - Echoes of Christmas that opens with Putting the Pieces Together: the Taste of Lacre 2. Forgot to check the Airs of London.

A scent on the wind

You breathe the names you suspect: the names of greater Masters. Your visitors were poor echoes of these. The wind takes them. You think you taste ammonia: something distant, something perhaps imagined, the scent of lacre. What happens, they say, when the Bazaar weeps. A poison to flesh, and a deadly poison to souls. Why? The spires of the Bazaar rear like dark waves above the streets of London. Sigils glow along the length of each: scars of fire.

You've gained 1 x Tale of Terror!

Airs of London - On the roof-tops at day's end, urchins whistle a tune from Mahogany Hall. One improvises lyrics that would make a Master of the Bazaar blush.

Nightmares has increased

Making Waves is increasing.