Placeholder: Our party raided a Zhentarim hideout in the city the other day. Unfortunately, one of our party was recognized due to her armor and arrested by the Watch. We were worried at first, but her punishment was public humiliation... which we can't say wasn't enjoyable. Our party raided a Zhentarim hideout in the city the other day. Unfortunately, one of our party was recognized due to her armor and arrested by the Watch. We were worried at first, but her punishment was public humiliation... which we can't say wasn't enjoyable.

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Our party raided a Zhentarim hideout in the city the other day. Unfortunately, one of our party was recognized due to her armor and arrested by the Watch. We were worried at first, but her punishment was public humiliation... which we can't say wasn't enjoyable.

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