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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 1316006" data-attributes="member: 4441">*Naima lives in a small, but richly appointed house in the sculptor’s quarter.  The gate to the courtyard is closed and the whole house has an air of disuse about it.  The gate seems to be closed and locked, and your knockings and callings don't bring anyone else out.  Looking about to make sure you're not seen by any passerby, you use magic to open the lock.**Inside the garden is somewhat overrun, some of the plants dead, weeds growing in the flowerbed, and the fishpond fouled with dead leaves.  Heading to the door, you realize that it's open.  Calling out for Naima as you poke your head inside all you hear is a faint moaning.**Tracing it to a large room at the back of the house you push open the door to a rather horrific sight.  A wind is blowing in through the eastern-facing windows, blowing over a ten-foot high sculpture of some fanged and clawed humanoid, its clawed hands seemingly closed around some small silk sack.  As you watch the sack thrashes and a small foot appears out of a rip.  Startled, you realize that the statue is holding a spryte cocoon, and slowly, inexorably crushing it before the occupant can get out.*</blockquote>