Mulberry decides to wrap her traveler clothes around the pitchfork and does her best to wrap it tightly. She slams the decoration against the ground and rolls it around the fire.

She then dashes to the barn and throws the pitchfork into one of the hay piles. As it starts to burn she turns to leave, only to hear some hurried voices from outside.

"What happened?"

"Perhaps our little friend paid Brinefield a visit."

"Should we… Put it out?"

"I dunno. I ain't going towards that creep."

Mulberry glances back to the fire, and then to the blackness near the back of the farm, and then outside, where there appear to be one of the guards and three fish men.







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