The Imp may be absent for a few days here and there in the coming weeks, as the annual gathering of the faeirie clans tugs at her wings. It is time to migrate, and the goblins are meeting in the north for the rituals and speakings. There are rumours of a sacrifice. [Yup, it’s the party conference season…..If you’re very lucky, some bits of carcass may end up here.]

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