Middle Central is considered by many as Sharn’s seat of power. While not as wealthy as it’s Upper counterpart, it makes up for abundance of political connections of its residents. Most of the Dragonmarked houses as well as the embassies of the different nations of Khorvaire are located here. As expected most of the power play happens within and with whoever is in the district. People of and outside of Sharn who wanted power wanted to be a part of Middle Central.

Miguel, however, didn’t like Middle Central. Not one bit. It was one of the reasons why Miguel dormed in the Morgrave University rather than stay in the Cannith Enclave which was located in the district. It was these trips that were an exception. Elaydren d’ Cannith, his somewhat eccentric and distant Aunt, resides in a quaint little house in Middle Central and if he was to see her, Miguel needed to go to Middle Central. In the last year that Miguel has been back in Sharn, Elaydren has already sent him with a handful of assignments that has brought him to different places around the continent and outside that. Miguel didn’t complain. Actually he was grateful for the opportunity, it was an excuse for him to get out of the city and escape the politics happening within the House.

So there he was standing in front of House 19, a couple of minutes before the second chime of the evening waiting for his companions. He left them earlier that day at the Half Pint to get ready for whatever tasks his Aunt had her do. He spent most of the intervening time gathering supplies he might use in the task. Now, as he leaned by the lamp posts in front of House 19 garbed in his shadow silk leather armor and bearing his traveling gear, he waited for the arrival of his companions or for the second evening chime to sound, which ever comes first, before he meets with his Aunt.