Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-34478085-20190826194141

I stomped out of the Conservatory, furious that I couldn't find my beloved clarinet. First, the townsfolk call a French Horn a "trumpet" in one of the rooms, and now this. Well hmph...there's no good place where I can by reeds anyway. I bet one of those monsters took my clarinet. I'm going to start searching for it at the gremlin's Lair. On my way there, I run into Helen, who tells me that Mayor Smallcat has once again fallen into the pool, terrifying Muffin the dog, and that he needs me to --- 