It had been a long six month that Sasha had stayed locked away in a corner of the Festhall. She’d given vague excuses like “research” and a little blueness about Dace being away on assignment for a month or two for her lack of socializing. She still had plenty of enthusiasm for looking through the shelves of sensory stones and libraries for information on magical theory, folklore, and the fey. And when she did decide to talk to anyone, it was usually to pester them for everything they knew on those three topics.
But one day, she came into the Festhall with a (by now) unusual bounce in her step, and a sheaf of flyers which she distributed liberally. They read something like this:
wrote: Wanted: Sensory stones, stories, experience and lore on the fey and the sensation of fear
To be used in an interactive presentation on the nature of fey, and the morality of fey
If you have questions or would like to help out, please see Factotum Sasha Andor
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