Beryl and Perrin look at the massive sun-bleached notice board outside of the New Salt tavern. The Dirty Water Gang, falling on hard times, as usual, couldn't be too picky with where their next meal would come from.
Perrin coughs into his silk hankerchief then says, "Do we really want to be lab rats for some creepy alchemist, again? I can still smell colors..."
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