Rain hammered Gilba Gilba like a hammer in a rainstorm. The buildings in these Outland villages (which as you’ll recall included Gilba Gilba, Hurgabatackis, Blumberdan, and Marmarmar) were fortified structures meant to withstand the ferocious Autumn Storms. Gilba Gilba was often hit the hardest, bein’ up against the Madman’s Mountains as it was. Not too sure if the geography lines up there on account of a natural phenomenon known as a rain shadow, but let’s not get hung up on such things and instead zoom into the basement of the Ragged Maiden where Glen Blomgrin was sittin’ safe and secure.

Oh yeah that’s what he was doing. Resumin’ this scene a day later and the particulars of the situation go outta your head! Rereadin’ is good for the brain.

Glen checked for the third time that the door was locked and shuttered and ain’t no one gettin’ in ‘cept for a batterin’ ram, and those were outlawed in Gilba Gilba. Still, didn’t prevent outlaws from usin’ them things so it pays to have an eye or two on the matters. He pulled from his coat a wooden box, say about the size of a small box. It was locked with an ornate piece of steel or iron or some such strong metal. Lucky for Glen he had himself the key to this puzzle, and that puzzle was bein’ solved. TODAY!

He brought out a long thin key, fashioned outta somethin’ soft like I dunno, GOLD. Or silver if that’s soft. It doesn’t matter. It unlocked that box and that’s what mattered. Immediately the dank dark cellar of the Ragged Maiden was awash in a golden-orange glow, like a roarin’ campfire in the middle of the Fleep Fleep forest in the deaths of winter. A quiet hum filled the corners of the room.

Glen’s breath slowed as he realized what he had! He cracked the box open a sliver and peered inside, staring at the captured Wayward Spirit.