Grievous Bodily Litter

So this here was Frank and me’s first slap of some action - the first chance we had of really getting ourselves fogged up. And it all seemed like one of those open-and-shut deals to me, but not Frank: a missing glass tycoon, a sexy dame with a psycho dog, an ogre, a shady street thug with a stink you could climb up, the Magicrime Analysis Division of the City Watch (yeah, they snuck in...), a couple of Watchstables, one Zagynese Gryphon (maybe worth a whole pig pen full of guilders), and a bunch of other punks that were along for the ride. You’ll see. It all turns out sweet enough, I guess. For most of ’em, anyways...