CLOUDTOP (new) 
Dark messengers flocked at Laria, awaiting orders. Black-winged guards tied chips to each kavik claw and sent them aloft. One by one, dark wings parted the breeze and pushed it away. They churned the air between towers. In Amrath’s shadows, a hush, then the twang of a bow. A messenger fell, but more of the kaviks flew undaunted, then returned home to roost.
CLOUDTOP (new)
None but blackwings fly the clouds.
For safety’s sake, avoid
The lowtowers and the white-spun shrouds.
COUNCIL (new)
When council speaks,
All attend; when Laws
Make, all obey.
SINTER (new)
To break a bridge,
A moment’s pause, for city’s sake.
Two towers middle-meet, unarmed
A last resort, for both to take.