At the base of a tree lay a pile of clothes. Pinned to the tree is a note written in a delicate hand. It reads:
These clothes belong to Victoria of Ravine. I will return shortly to retrieve them.
(P.S. To whom ever took my lingerie, I dare you to do it again.)
In the air hanging from a snare was a halfling cursing his ill luck.
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Interlude: Victoria
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