To some, the chant is the murmur of stories in the
taverns of the Cage. For others, it's tales which reach Sigil from
the far-flung corners of infinite planes. Or the clash of
philosophers in the ever-changing ideological world of the factions.
Or maybe that piece of dark you were told last night in confidence
which has now spread round half the Clerks' Ward.
Whatever the chant means to you, you can bet it's something else
to the next cutter. Something you thought was obvious or passé
might be vital blood in the veins of another. An idea you considered
once could inspire a visionary on a planar scale.
Here I've collected some of the many tiny pieces of information
that daily swim my way, just in case they might prove useful to you,
dear reader. 'Course, of you find what I offer useful, it's only
polite to share some chant of your own.
Unless you've got something to hide...