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- You take a good look at your surroundings and you step in crap—dog, dire rat, etc.
- As you go down in the streets today and open your eyes, you sniff out some icky ethnic food that smells really off
- While noting that folk down here really don’t care, you notice an odor of vomit
- Even as you slouch around slackjawed, hands in pockets, a small bird egg drops out of a nest and lands intact nearby
- As you sit, sit and stare, like a book on a shelf rustin’…a depressed bard asks singsong, rhetorical questions of the PCs