Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

As I walked down to the town of Slipslade I pondered events. Whilst I dislike jumping to conclusions it struck me that Malinflua was obviously responsible for the missing gems, and my inspired guess was that she’d somehow passed them to Flobbard. Given his abilities I couldn’t imagine him having any difficulty swallowing them. When we arrived at the beach all was peaceful. Old Jerky had gone off to arrange accommodation and also the pies for the competition. The dancers were clearing an area for dancing and the musicians were erecting an awning which would shelter them and provide some privacy for the dancers when they needed to change their costumes. Oh yes and one thug lay on the jetty, curled up in a foetal position. I assumed he’d offended a dancer.

I assisted where I felt I might be useful and where I could contribute nothing positive, I supervised. Soon Old Jerky appeared, along with two men wearing the blue…