A person who ran a massive Inn asked Wraithvine, Gikka, and the small dragon hiding in the guise of a brownie to please bless the Inn with protections. The Innkeeper never charged the poor for food and shelter, but did their best to help, but the local rich lord was getting VERY angry about this. -- The New Guy
[AN: Bibrid disguised himself as a Gnome]
"I could deal with the lord permanently," offered Gikka. She made a gesture close to her neck. "One of their replacements has got to be better than that."
"Murder is the solution of absolute last resort," chided Wraithvine."We would rather educate and improve."
"What is the actual problem?" asked Bibrid. "Why does your local lord object?"
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