I’m just thankful that I wasn’t wearing my dress robes. The rooms below Orak’s Bath House are filthy and wretched beyond imagining. The stench is eye-watering, paint-strippingly powerful. It’s thanks to that little scrap of paper that I find myself here. Hero of the city. I should be relaxing in a hot bath but I’m bashing little goblins in ankle-deep muck. If my father could see me now…

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At last, after only hearing tales, singing songs, and telling stories, I have finally completed my first adventure. The Mayor hired me to travel with the Divas on their next journey, and it met my expectations for adventure.

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We wondered, after we had rescued Starbrow, we wondered where that hole in the ceiling might lead. Sadi, whose sense of direction is excellent, thought it was probably inside a shop across from Keegan’s. We would have to do some daylight reconnaissance.

It seemed pretty obvious that it wasn’t the dress shop or the bakery. It must be the dusty, darkened shop with barred windows. The faded letters on the glass say: “Dixie atress Comp”.

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