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At the dinner party were Lady Winslow, Doctor Marcolla, Countess | ||
Contee, Madam Natsiou, and Baroness Finch. | ||
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The women sat in a row. They all wore different colors and Baroness | ||
Finch wore a jaunty red hat. Lady Winslow was at the far left, | ||
next to the guest wearing a blue jacket. The lady in white sat left of | ||
someone in green. I remember that white outfit because the woman | ||
spilled her wine all over it. The traveler from Dunwall was dressed | ||
entirely in purple. When one of the dinner guests bragged about her | ||
War Medal, the woman next to her said they were finer in Dunwall, | ||
where she lived. | ||
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So Doctor Marcolla showed off a prized Ring, at which the lady from | ||
Fraeport scoffed, saying it was no match for her Bird Pendant. | ||
Someone else carried a valuable Diamond and when she saw it, | ||
the visitor from Karnaca next to her almost spilled her neighbor's | ||
absinthe. Madam Natsiou raised her whiskey in toast. The lady from Dabokva, | ||
full of beer, jumped up onto the table, falling onto the guest in the | ||
center seat, spilling the poor woman's rum. Then Countess Contee | ||
captivated them all with a story about her wild youth in Baleton. | ||
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In the morning, there were four heirlooms under the table: the War Medal, | ||
Snuff Tin, the Bird Pendant, and the Diamond. | ||
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But who owned each? |
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