<div align="center">(https://www.belloflostsouls.net/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/waterdeep-harbor-horz.jpg)</div><br/>It was a fine day in the city of Rubberdeep. Today was the first day of a week long festival, a Midsummer festivity, and the people were out on the rubber streets in droves. Some said the festival marked the anniversary of the magical calamity that changed everything into the soft, squeaky, squishy material, but most didn't care and just enjoyed the smell of pies, pastries, and other delectable treats on offer. Despite the strange biology of the people of this land, there was still a need to eat (if only because eating allowed one's body to naturally regenerate from any damage and kept things from getting too 'stiff').<br/><br/>On the first day, there was a circus, that had come to Rubberdeep and was setting up an exhibition of exotic animals with great talents, such as lions that could compress their bodies through incredibly tight rings, monkey like creatures capable of acrobatic feats, even one or two really strange creatures that could perform basic alchemy.<br/><br/>The marketplace had been taken over by this exhibition, and with the marketplace in front of the most well used entrance, anyone coming to the city (or even just living there) would be forced to pass by the crowds of rubber people, packed tightly against each other without complaint as they all stopped to watch the festival unfold...