When night comes to Tortage and darkness falls over the ramshackle city, talk of vengeance against Strom is whispered in quiet alleys and across tavern tables alike.  The soldiers of the Red Hand withdraw to the Keep, to surround their increasingly paranoid master from the assassins he fears will come after each sunset.

The streets are far from safe under the Barachan moonlight - there is no true safety in Scarlet Tortage - but once the sun dies and the moon shines, those with a mind to speak of such things are free to talk of insurrection, rebellion and destiny.