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It was a dark and gloomy night. The moon was obscured by clouds and a chilly wind blew through the streets of Whitebridge. Some shutters blew open and shut again with an audible clap. A townsman huddled in his coat and hurried towards the tavern. He entered the common room and was met with an eerie silence.
The taxidermist sat wide eyed and trembling at a table, the center of attention in the silent crowd.
"By the Light and hope of my rebirt and salvation. I swear, that's what the man asked!"
The taxidermist grabbed his brandy with a trembling hand and emptied the cup in one gulp.
He pointed at no one in particular and said "I'm telling you, there are strange happenings going on. Strange happenings."
When the taxidermist was on his third rerun of what had happened to him that day, the tavern slowly came back to life. The tale spread slowly across the land by way of merchants and their guards, peddlers, travelers and sailors sailing the great river Arinelle, finally reaching the ears of those who felt this tale merited an investigation in case something worth noticing had occurred.