Editing Hinterland City Streets (Card)

{{Card
|Icon = hinterlandcity.png
|ID = 342260
|location = The City of the Tracklayers
|Description summary = This card's title varies depending on {{IL|Habituated to the Hinterland}}, while the description varies based on {{IL|Hinterland City - The Style of a City|Appearance=The Style of the City}} and the {{IL|Hinterland City - Recent News|Appearance=Recent News}}.
{{Variant table|Condition = Habituated to the Hinterland|Condition alias = Habituated|Effect = Title|Compact = yes
|Value 0 = '''Get a First Look at the Place'''
|Value 1 - 4 = '''Stroll Through the City'''
|Value 5 = '''Revisit the Familiar Streets''' 
}}
{{Variant table|Condition = Hinterland City - The Style of a City|Condition alias = Style|Effect = First Paragraph|Compact = yes
|Value First City = The Manager of the Royal Bethlehem has lived a long time. […] So […] the refuge built of his substance seems millennia old. Its cenotes might have come from the Third City. The brave immobile statue-faces in its walls might owe something to the Second.
|Value Bethlehem = The Manager of the Royal Bethlehem knew many shapes of fear and dread, and the city knows them too. Eyes look up from the cracks […] A smell of rotted meat rises from the basements. Streets offer a long vista towards a landmark that you can never reach[…]
|Value School of Beatrice = There are few long vistas […] few places that recommend themselves as a seat of power. The streets are terraced at many levels, the buildings assembled from lofts and mezzanines. To walk through the city is to encounter one cozy courtyard after another […]
|Value Porous = This is a city like a wasp's nest: the houses nestled together in cells, their walls papery […] Barriers that ought to be solid are porous. […] Sometimes, if you are silent and listen closely, you can hear a sound like the drawing of a raspy breath.
|Value Ivory = 
|Value Attenuated = The streets are terraced […], the buildings assembled from lofts and mezzanines. They are buttressed like a gothic cathedral, stretched and tall – as if something of the Starved Men had appealed to Furnace, and reshaped her in her last human days.
|Value Remembered = Everywhere you look is something born from your own thoughts. Here is a building with the […] wrought-iron fence that stood outside your first lodgings. There is that architecturally impossible spire that you saw once in a book […] and could not forget. […]
|Value Auroral = The city is built from a pale and glowing stone; the shadows […] blue and green as the northern aurora. […] waxes like a moon-pearl, and wanes again as the month goes out. […] At the centre is […] plaza where nothing is permitted to obscure the false-stars.
|Value Nocturnal = London was [...] brought into the Neath later. This is a city that was made for darkness, meant to be navigated by sound and by touch. Each street has its own distinctive chimes. Underfoot, the texture of the pavement proclaims which district you are in.
|Value Bazaarine = This is a city of private meanings and inscrutable referents. Carvings over the doors denote allegiances: the Horned Whelk, the Stag of Injustice, the Imperial Retreat.
|Value Mycologene<br>Terpsichorean<br>Heliconian<br>Cartographical = {{FontFate}}
|Value Cenotaphic = This is a city that remembers what you lost. Even the houses look like tombs; even the gathering places have skulls and bones carved in the porticos. The convenience of the living is secondary, where it is considered at all.
|Value True Beatrice = There are few long vistas […] few places that recommend themselves as a seat of power. The streets are terraced at many levels, the buildings assembled from lofts and mezzanines. To walk through the city is to encounter one cozy courtyard after another […]
}}
{{Variant table|Condition = Hinterland City - Recent News|Condition alias = Recent News|Effect = Second Paragraph|Compact = yes
|Value 1 = A campaign slogan from the recent election is scrawled on the nearest wall.
|Value 2 = Graffiti on the nearest wall invites members of the GHR Board to stay well clear of local elections. It seems your influence has not been welcome here.
|Value 3 = A greasy sandwich wrapper lies discarded in the path.
|Value 4 = A brilliant crackle of electric light is visible from the nearest building. When it fades, you can barely see.
|Value 5 = You catch a glimpse of a man in grey just rounding the corner several streets away.
|Value 6 = In the dust you spy the paw prints of an especially large dog.
|Value 7 = On the wall, someone has posted the departure times for the GHR train to London.
|Value 8 = On the ground there is a light dusting of unseasonable lacre. The weather has of late been strange.
|Value 9 = {{FontFate}}
|Value 10 = Some broken windows and debris bear witness to a recent scuffle.
|Value 11 = The whole place is slightly askew, as though it is still settling into (or onto) its new landscape. Some of the staircases are too shallow, some too steep.
|Value 12 = Scratched on the nearest wall are the names of the unjustly-arrested, a sort of impromptu memorial.
|Value 13 = Several windows are broken and have not yet been repaired, left-over damage from the late criminal incursion.
|Value 15 = Nothing looks changed by the recent passage of Hell, and yet nothing in sight makes any sense.
}}
|Locked with = {{Lock|The City Waning|8}}
|Frequency = Standard Frequency
|Discardable = no
|Option1 = Notice the interactions of the populace
|Option2 = Observe the (Alignment) culture at work
|Option3 = Your (loved one) is here in spirit
|Option4 = Revisit the memory of one you lost
}}