Psi-Baka-Onna

The Monkey’s Jewel was a lesser known establishment tucked away down a side street. It was a ramshackle place, any paint left on the woodwork was cracked and peeling, the windows were caked in fine dust kicked up from the street and letters were missing from the sign above the door, so the name actually read “Mokey’s Jeel”. Blaise stared at it for a good ten minutes from the shade of a shop front down the street, wringing her hands as she observed the patrons coming and going. Her mind was cast back to a couple of weeks ago, to when they had first arrived in Galmanoc... “What is our plan now?” the question came from Gratin as he and Blaise carried the unconscious Doug through the busy streets of Galmanoc. The two gangsters were long gone, Benny and Burt having left to call their friends back home and find transport to the City of Light just as they had planned to do. “We need somewhere to lay low and Doug needs medical attention. We can’t go to a hospital though – we’re not exactly