Literature
Kinktober 23: 17 Curiosity
Wide eyed and giggling, Dariath ran through the fair, excitedly. Everywhere the young elf maid looked there was something new and interesting to see. Thus far, she’d seen a manticore trainer defying death to make his charges perform tricks, a choir of mermaids singing gayly in a giant glass tank of water and a team of kobold acrobats hurling each other across a tent with oversize ballista. What could be next? As she came around a large tent where an illusionist was conjuring a crowd of miniature knights to do battle with a cat-sized dragon, Dariath saw the house. It was, in contrast to the brightly colored tents on either side, a rather imposing structure of white washed brick. It was three stories, save for a high tower projecting further up from one corner. The walls, doors and windows had the confused angles that told of a structure conjured by magic rather than constructed by mundane masonry. At the front, above the doors was a sign which proclaimed in blazing letters of a
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