Contenudo
- Last year, I thought I'd sniffed out the business deal of a lifetime. Every fall a whole herd of students comes pouring into Oxenfurt, and each of them's got to buy a gown and one of those caps with the little dangly things. So I took out a loan from Vivaldi, hired a couple tailors to whip me up some prime gear, and then... War came and I was left with a mountain of debt and a warehouse full of frilly, black shite. If anyone's interested in buying it, come see Frederick Tvars. You can usually find me in a tavern, drinking my woes away with the other sad sots.