The stench is overwhelming
A wonder it didn’t hit me before
Swallowing bile I step forward in horror
What lies before me is abomination
This one didn’t flee fast enough
The charred corpse disintegrates before my eyes
Once a party now a monstrosity
Perhaps they shouldn’t have started without me
What dread thoughts enter my mind
But where is the host?
Lying there is but the remains of a mere peon
I stare aghast at the crumpled hat
As it moves slowly in the wind
The cards are soaked in tea and blood
Mayhaps it is best I was late
For I too would have met this fate
What could have done such damage?
Pondering the possibilities is pointless
I must find the host for surely he escaped
I begin the search at once
A disheveled hat my only clue
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