Once a year I make a trip to Gregminster. During this trip I pay my respects to the grave of Barbarossa and sell Cleo more of my fantastic makeup. I have begun packing for this long trip and almost have everything ready....
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Non! This is unbelievable! My beautiful mourning hat has been stolen! How am I supposed to make my trip back to Gregminster without it! I can't visit the poor graves like this! The souls from the past will scorn me from the inside out if I dare approach them in such a lively manner. Please if anyone sees my precious all-white hat, please bring it to my chambers. As with any request from moi, you have the choice of either a monetary reward, or a poem of the topic of your choice. Of course the poem will be priceless, so I know what decision you will be likely to make. I could take a million words to describe my missing masterpiece and still not serve it enough justice, so I will provide you underlings all with the last beloved picture I have taken of my precious mourning hat.