¶ Notes
She is an old azlanti crone with gills and cat eyes.
Claims she was experimented on at the Mertlinger Sanitarium...
We took her with us, and let her settle in at the Saucy Wench suite, while we investigate.
While the Soots were out, Cheeto departed and left a note and a few items.
¶ Note From Cheeto to the Soots
Cheers Soots,Cheeto 'ere, puttin' pen to napkin – well more like charcoal to a bar rag really. My 'ead's full of more gratitude than a right stuffed sausage, you lot saved me good from that Snow bloke and his nasty little games down in Misery Row. For a bit there, the Saucy Wench was a right posh kip, a right treat for a poor ol' louse like me. But fate, it seems, is a right fickle git, and a comfy bed ain't meant to last for Cheeto.
Truth be told, I been havin' these right nasty visions, whispers in me noggin that won't leave be. Visions of a court filled with shadows, all dressed up in black like a funeral procession, scribblin' in some strange book. Gives me the right chills down me spine, it does. And there's this bloke too, with eyes like a couple of black holes. Now, I ain't one for fancy names, but these visions feel right Reaper-y, you know what I mean?
These visions, they keep pointin' me towards two places: that grand schoolhouse up in the Wise Quarter, the one they call the Arcanamirium, or that creepy Black Finger Temple over in Ascendant Court. One of them's gotta have some answers. Answers about what Snow did to me, what my new peepers mean, and why the Reaper seems to have a right hold on a poor ol' lass like me.
So I gotta be off, me hearties. May the wind always be at yer back and yer pockets full of coin. As for Cheeto, well, she's off on another quest, one that might just unravel the mysteries of what Snow did and why the Reaper of Reputation's got his eye on me.
Take care of yourselves now, and if any of you find yourselves near the Arcanamirium or the Black Finger Temple, keep an eye out for a Azlanti woman answerin' to being called her favorite tavern snack.
Fondly,
CheetoP.S. I found these bits and bobs hidden amongst me rags. Doc Snow must've been tinkerin' with more than just poor ol' Cheeto. Maybe they'll be of some use to you lot.