Ghosts of the Past

"Welcome to Ravnica, darling," Liliana said grandly as they stepped out of the portal. "Mmm, the air doesn't usually smell like smoke; RageFest is already going strong. Excellent, I was a little worried that I'd brought you here too early. Seems like they got a jump on things this year."

Before them spread a huge city; plane-wide, in fact, though Liliana didn't expect Summer to see much more than the Tenth District. Ugh, what, was she going to hang around Sixth and play a...sewerball match...or whatever it was called? Hardly not.

"My townhouse here is in Precinct Five," she continued. "It's the University District, so things are usually less raucous around here, but the students are usually good for a couple of big parties. Just be wary of anything the Simic host, darling--you'll know a Simic if you see one, trust me. My suggestion is to stick to Tin Street, the Transguild Promenade, the Great Concourse, and Gateway Plaza." A lot of proper nouns that Summer had no context for, but that was fine. It wasn't like Liliana had planned to just drop her off here in an ecumenopolis to sink or swim. She intended to partake in some of RageFest's activities as well. "So, darling, play tourist and amble? Or was there something particular you wanted to partake or indulge in?"