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[Westside - Tesvalla's Tapestries]
Once, this was a perfectly normal tapestry maker's shop. The previous morning (at least, insofar as there were such things as mornings when it was always night), in fact, the owner - who was somewhat well known for the quality of her dyes and the skill with which her tapestries were woven - had given the last of her commissions to the person she had woven it for.
Today, however, when someone had come in to order a new tapestry, things were considerably less normal. All that was left of the weaver was a scattered skeleton, the bones covered in some sort of tiny tooth marks, and a few bloodstains in the wooden floor, though all the blood save that which had sunk into the wood was gone. And, for some reason, all of her dyes were missing...