"And right on cue, the weather itself changes to reflect our situation" Serapis remarked, chuckling. "Want to bet on any other omens? Buzzards circling over the orphanage? Locusts devouring the nearby fields? Maybe a plague of frogs? Though in all seriousness, I've been thinking. It may fall to us to take matters into our own hands. If we cannot raise the needed funds, we shall just have to find them the old-fashioned way. Like we used to before we opened this place up."

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"And free massages. People actually pay good money to get these done outside" Aurelian added as he lay down on one of the tables. The masseuse, a female elf, got to work on him immediately, starting with his upper back and shoulders. The muscles there were especially tight after cleaning up the mess in the cafeteria. 

Jorn lay on his back as he got his feet taken care of by a female halfling.