[The Barrow-Wight]

Orogarn Two dug through Singéd’s saddlebags once again, this time searching for an item he carried with him wherever he traveled. Since winning the first runner-up ribbon in the Minus Tooth University amateur talent contest in his freshman year, he had always kept the fantastic costume from that performance close. Never in all of those years had he been parted from it, but he had also never needed it, so it lay crammed into the darkest recesses of his horse’s most unused compartment.

“Aha!” he at last cried in satisfaction, pulling a rectangular cardboard box from the saddlebag and tucking it under his arm with a smirk at the other Steamship members. Pulling a small notepad and pen from his pocket, he gave Leninia a small bow, slipped a 100KB note to Soregum, and hurried off to a dark corner to work on his song. He already knew what tune he would use, but the situation called for an alteration of the lyrics to suit them to the current dangerous occasion.