Thursday, August 12
Things have settled down a bit. After catching that little street urchin licking the suspiciously sticky substance allegedly left there by Mr. Underby’s nefarious activities, I decided to check things out a little closer.
Chocolate! The glistening reddish brown stuff was actually chocolate sauce, presumably mixed with beets to create the illusion of blood.
The Landlord had been playing the part of a villain in some sordid attempt at hazing a newcomer. I chuckled to myself as I realized what a fool I was for believing the facade. However, that still didn’t explain the bad smell coming from the alley. Or the finger I found there.
Herr Drosselmeyer still hasn’t made a reappearance. I left the package on the doorstep at the address on the drawing he’d given me two days before. I just hope the urchins in the neighborhood don’t make off with it. The money he’d given me for the project was safely hidden away.
I had one more commission to complete: a pair of boots for an unlikely Engineer. The boots are sitting on a shelf in the shop. Perhaps I’ll put a price tag on them if they go unclaimed.