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It started at the end of the shift. Cashier locked up the store, stepping out into the light of the full moon. Tying her sweatshirt around her waist, she took a deep breath and shouted "CARRIAGE FOR THE MONARCH!" into the wind as Deiran, the crazy jester-looking god from earlier had told her to do. She had enough time to wonder what the night would bring as she heard horse hooves clip-clopping her way.