Not only was the place empty, it was ASS-empty.
The cloakroom held one dusty cloak and five shoes, all different. Astra
shook the spiders out of the cloak and the shoe monsters out of the more
suitable shoes and, now a bit more sanely dressed (a bit) joined Fred on
searching the odd building.
In the attic they found...
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still more nothing.
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odd pictures. The existence OF pictures was rare enough (only White Magic Men had them) but the subject matter was ODD.
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several dead bodies, including an elderly fox-man.
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a portal to Fred's home, a stinky hovel (the Allarians weren't 100 percent advanced on hygeiene and Fred was lazy).
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Scott Chen.
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the legendary peacemaker, Jasper Hewitt.
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a fish platter with fries.
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a strangely inacessible staircase.
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famed bard Jerry Seinfeld and his Jerry Seinfeld Dancers (well, two of them).
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mercenary politican Richard Cheney. Fred, who knew him, pulled Astra out of the way of his fired bolt.
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