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Tonight, Myrken grows cold. Mournful moans are carried on the night breezes. A light, icy mist floats over the lake until dawn.

The inside of Tready's Toys is damp, the wooden floor by the main countertop is slick with ice, and the nearby walls drip with water and the last vestiges of snow.

Councilor Aloisius Treadwell is nowhere to be found in Myrken Wood.

Word of a weak, weary, sneezy, and sick Treadwell might start getting out today--that is if anyone checks in at the Treadwell house. Tready was found back in his own bed, a mentally scattered, physically ill mess this morning. Now, rest assured he'll be answering all sorts of questions from his wife when he's well enough!

Of course, Treadwell's little lemur was excited to see his master return home. Sleeping soundly in his converted cat bed this morn, when Tready reappeared prompted the lemur into a fit of back-flips and squeaky "Yipees!"