Twenty-Four Hour Party Weasels

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Some time after returning to the City of Glass, we gathered in the 'Soap Bubble', one of the city's finer taverns, to toast our departed companion Neil. I had stopped by a local confectioner's shop, and acquired some marzipan gnomes - one for each of us to eat, in his memory.

While eating, we noticed a rather unpleasant fellow making a nuisance of himself. He was something called a 'shadowswyft' - a humanlike creature touched by the essence of the Plane of Shadow - and clad in black from head to foot, with smoked glass protecting his eyes. On hearing that we were adventurers, he seemed to take an interest in us; thankfully the barman eventually ejected him, and told us told us that he had been in the city for some weeks, annoying honest folk and being thrown out of every respectable establishment he entered. I had thought there might be a confrontation - the fellow was armed with rather unpleasant-looking knives - but eventually he deigned to go peacefully.

Then, having checked our equipment and finished our business in the city, we walked up to the dryad's grove and the guards allowed us passage through a portal into Arborea.

( Not for impressionable readers. )