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  • Just before dawn, several posters appear throughout town, hung in prominent places for all travelers to see.
    @d2217d5615:

    A stench of dead fish, an odor you wish -
    were alone, by itself, and no more.

    But then it gets worse, like inside a hearse -
    and pig farmers flee from the door.

    An odor of brine, stale urine and wine -
    all contribute like men to the stench.

    What darkens the door? Armored blubber and more -
    its a hideous, wretched dwarf wench!

    "With a wanion, says I," and spits in your eye -
    a mud-queen announcing her presence.

    Then swears like a seaman and lies like a demon -
    all the while never once making sense.

    'tis Mercy the dwarf, thrown up on a wharf -
    by the Bitch Queen's kindest good graces.

    O Sea Queen - we lack, please take Mercy back -
    and put smiles on all of our faces.

    The Firebird