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Then just this garfsday morning there was a decent adventure, being tasked to clean a strange old mansion that belonged to some deceased eccentric. Very uneasy times at first as someone or something with a notably malicious presence was watching me from outside the windows. Maybe after some treasure hidden in the walls. Maybe just wishing me harm. Not sure how I ended up in the flooded ruins where I pressed an ornate floor button, which sent me down an elevator to an underground bath house that used to belong to Leonardo da Vinci. Upon my arrival five of Leonardo's favorite beautiful men were released from somewhat out of place ornate goth chairs that had been keeping them alive through the centuries, probably through some alchemical contrivance or magick. The one with long flowing grey hair immediately splashed into a huge bath, and floating on his back, serenely informed me of what a relief it was to soak in the fancy bath water after centuries of drying up. I'm sure it was.
