HoP Headquarters is deserted today. All of the usual suspects are missing from view, and the office is bereft of its standard chatter and hum.
Several glass bottles are piled up under the front window, with scraps of paper stuffed inside them. Loquacious comes in the front door for a moment, sees the notes and picks them up.
She peeks inside and mutters what we can only assume are the
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