Peregrin takes stock for a moment.
Head...intact.
Body...functional.
Equipment...curiously present. Left in street and not robbed?
Calendar...no longer relevant.
Accident?...Improbable.
Present location, known but unlikely post-incident. Should be in the Kiln. We don't toss bodies to the streets in the Cavalcade. Strange place to leave a temporarily dead body, other than being close and having less family. Further investigation of situation necessary. Also, why am I not dead? Cousin Lotho tapping into wild magic again? No, wasn't turned blue this time.
This is not going to be a good day.
He looks over the music box again before pocketing it. He gets his bearings for a moment and starts walking briskly for the Kiln in nearby Bis.