Journal of W.E. Tupper, Day 150

Day 150
The Thrums have changed.

The abandoned Thrumpton Alley Orphanage is now an extension of the Mill Street Bakery, the pickpockets are gone, and the Gollywomper Inn is… clean. Even the walls are clean, and not just a fresh coat of paint according to Todd. When he took over the business from his father, he hired a wizard to spell the stains off of everything, or so he claims. Fire-breathing dragons may have been involved. He says the prostitutes are gone as well, though there were a lot of 'maids' upstairs. Still, he seemed less dishonest than usual about it, and he's got to be better at the job than his old man.

Warpspanner's Science Emporium and Locksmith is still there. Looks like a new coat of paint on the sign, but that damn gnome was always good at illusions. There are no blacksmithies in the area, at all.

When I returned to the first blacksmith to ask him about it, I found his place closed for the day. So I went to the general goods store next door to ask about him and got a sack of flour in my face for the effort. As far as I can parse together, the owner of the general store was one of the fiercer of my legitimate competitors back in the old days. Somewhere in the mess of things at the end, he swore to me or a guard or his pet cat that he would make sure I never did business in this city ever again. Since I never tried to do business in this city again, there had been a significant build-up of rage at me. Then, having a lot more customers than before, he could afford to move his store out of the Scoops into a larger building; a place where I subsequently entered and was assaulted by baking goods. The priest said I was lucky it only broke my nose.

To top the day off, I found another note on my door when I got back to the inn. "Change is constant. - 4C." Will check for a fresh grappling hook in the morning.