* a fine note hands one the door*
Well Cutters and burks, its seems that Max had missed the dead book one more time, and with this spin I find the lemon
to the key that sprung me here from my home of Sigil. Well a keys come my way from the lady no less and Im needed back
in the cage.
Sing songs of me and if your ever on top of the spike look for me in the barning man I will sand you and drink.
And you can empty your brain box for me.
