[location :: out and about :: Let's mock the midnight bell.]

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During his off-hours, Uther Doul avoids the inexplicable eggs in town and makes the rounds to visit a few people and drop off a small gift. Odds are, if Doul enjoys the company of someone or has social obligations to them, then he will be by with a little paper-wrapped parcel for them.

Not all of the offerings are hand-delivered: the Brucolac's parcel is sent by Taxon Post, or whatever passes for the mail service in this place, and Judith's is left at the edge of her territory.