As I arrived, Ahn was rushing out the door. “Good, you’re here” she said, as if there was no other way it could or should have been. She took my arm and pulled me down the street after her. “Bupkes the Clown is dead and Dame Catherine has requested our presence.
She led me through such a warren of thoroughfares and market streets that, even with my mapping spell, I feared I’d never find my way back from wherever we were going. Gradually the colors became more primary, the edges became more rounded, and I realized we had entered the infamous ClownTown district. There any kind of joke one fancied could be found… for a price.