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SECRET SATINA 9:50

[wythersake]

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Slipped onto Astrid's desk, among the week's papers, is the torn piece of a map. It seems to be the Gallows, though sketched a bit poorly, and marked with a black X over the library. The paper's of decent quality — must have only been used for this — and the back of it is stamped with two neat moons.

Huh.

It's a big library. Moreso, if you don't read. But chance, dedication, or assistance, turn up a false book tucked among the steamy Avvar romances. The spine of A Noble Register of Town Fools (marked with two moons, and never before appearing in Riftwatch's collection) knocks hollow; pulling it from shelf reveals it to be a simply-disguised box. It opens onto a cheap sheet of polished tin, vaguely reflecting the viewer, and a second piece of the map.

To the dungeons. One of the cells is locked, with two moons painted on its walls. There's a jar of loose junk on an adjacent bench, and somewhere within that there's a key. Of course, there's plenty to pick with, instead. A pungent packet of dried shark — local Orlesians unclear on hákarl — inside holds down the final piece of map.

If followed to the Eyrie, the griffons will descend upon a fishy smell. Distracting them long enough allows one to snatch the new leather case attached to Potato's harness.

It holds a small, collapsible spyglass. Nothing on the quality that a ship might require, and almost certainly secondhand; close inspection of some chipped-away, Tevene marks reveals it for a likely war prize. But turning the glass about the Gallows proves it serviceable enough. If Astrid happens to look to the Smithy she might even spot:

HAPPY SATINALIA

Painted on the roof. Don't ask how he got up there.