<div class="floatleft">(https://e0.pxfuel.com/wallpapers/540/550/desktop-wallpaper-young-man-boy-fantasy-art-peter-xiao-young-man-face.jpg)</div>Corvus Nightfeather & Company's CIRCUS OF WONDERS was headed for Waterdeep after a successful and profitable three-day stint in Ruathym.  Waterdeep.<br/><br/>"When?" you asked.<br/><br/>"My lord found you two days ago with the even tide, ma'am," the squire replied.   "He brought you and your companion hither.  He found you both on some flotsam, as I said earlier, while fishing with his friend."<br/><br/>Without much ado, the squire politely bowed to you and then walked out of the room to retrieve you something to eat.<br/><br/>In his absence, you sling your lets over the edge of the bed.  Your feet feel numb as they touch the cold floor.  You feel dozens of small cuts on the soles of your feet.  Why?  Please roll an intelligence or medicine check.<br/><br/>Regardless, you proceed to open the chest.  It is, of course, unlocked.  Opening the lid, you discover that your personal belongings are within.  These items have been expertly cleaned and laid with great care within the chest.  Laid about almost to a meticulous degree.  Inspecting Roen's studded leather cuirass, for example, you discern that someone has taken great care to dry it, and then to repair it and buff it so that it looked as good as new.  Your holy symbol, too, was treated with the same care.  It looked radiant at the bottom of the chest.  You pick it up, hold it in your hand, look down at it, and...<br/><br/>You notice the palms of your hand now.  Like your feet, your palms were both... cut with tiny lacerations.