More posters...
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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
