I had been traveling across distant lands on business for the past couple of weeks. Although I realized Mr. Underby had been incarcerated, and even sent in a bit of money to help with bail (hey, he gives me drinks on the house!), I really had no idea he’d been released. What’s more, he’d evidently set out some sort of trap for people entering the Bucket of Blood, because I suddenly found myself mired in some sort of glue that was spread all over the floor.
Having sent out a distress call, Cral came to my rescue with a solvent strong enough to dissolve everything. I do mean EVERYTHING. The leather on my shoes began to smoke and sizzle, and the SQUEEEEEEE I heard was either small animals in the sewer crying out as the acid soaked through the cobblestone and into the sewer, or my shoes were about to explode.
Apologies to MichaelD for the burn marks left by the shoe I hastily dropped on the ground near his rental shop door.