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[neverwinternighting]

Camaraderie among the Arcane Brotherhood is an illusion, and each wizard is constantly scheming to overthrow a superior while at the same time fending off his inferiors.

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[neverwinternighting]

((So singerofmilil suggested the song Master of the Strings to be converted to fit Sand, but I thought it more or less fit the entire Host Tower of the Arcane theme. So I took the lyrics and did a little tweaking. Most of them I left the same since they fit anyways, but here's the end result!))

In Luskan things get better every day

There are wonders to see as we plot the night away

Villainous perfection fills the details of our lives

Where our morals reflect just how mages here survive

Let us talk of politics and things

Or of the shadow of deaths we will bring

See them dance to my tune

Hear them speak the words I say

When I bid them to be happy,

They are happy to obey

See them swagger and strut

As I give them back their nerve

Observe: the Masters of the Towers!

There is discontentment

Out among the young upstarts

They're uneasy, restless,

Oh they're only bleeding hearts!

Shouldn't we be careful?

It's as if the walls have ears

Makes no difference, you see,

It's been this way for years

Let us see what fate tomorrow brings

Until we understand the grander scheme of these things

Let them plot, let them plan

Let them think they're in control

When I bid them to be with me

They are with me heart and soul

Let them fret in the end

They will get what they deserve

To serve the Masters of the Towers!

If I lift a finger,

Then a favor gets bestowed

Let us move it this way, let's say,

And another one is owed

Pull a little left until the neutral ones agree

Then I pull to the right to control the enemies

Make another promise, seem sincere

Pull another string and make it disappear

There's a sense of balance to develop, or you fall

What approaches protocol at an angle

One develops talents for discreet diplomacy

It's a question of degree or the strings will tangle

I survive by my wits and apologize to none

When they ask me to advise them,

I advise until I've won

They may smile, they may frown,

But it's all the same to me

You see, I'm a Master of the Towers!

Let us trick, let us lie

Let us lead them all astray

When they bid us to be happy,

We are happy to obey

We will smile, wait in style,

Until they bid us to proceed

We need the Masters of the Towers!

They are smart, they are wise,

On their schemes we all depend

When they bid us all to follow,

We will follow to the end

They just want what is best

Our opinions are all theirs

They are the Masters of the Towers!

We serve the Masters of the Towers!

Long live the Masters of the Towers!

[neverwinternighting]

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"There... was a time I dwelled amongst the towers of Luskan, yes. For anyone interested in arcane knowledge, the masters of the towers have an impressive collection of artifacts.

But... simply being in their employ is not enough. And the things requested can even make the greatest of artifacts pale by comparison. And one day I simply could not continue to do what I did. The smallest refusal, and one is marked for death.

So I came here, sought protection in Neverwinter. I moved my shop down here in the docks in hopes of avoiding notice."