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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Why is this half-elf so angry? I asked myself that same question when I spied Felian at the Lucky monkey. Didn’t we help her out of a tight spot at the Dixie Mattress Company? Didn’t we help reclaim this very inn? Where’s the gratitude?

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The streets of Cauldron are not safe. I’m not naive enough to have just discovered this, and yet for evil to walk the streets with impunity…. Sadi thinks faster than I do. When she saw the two figures with painted Yin-Yang faces strolling down the street, she stepped in front of them.

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