I got off my skeleton steed and walked into the printing guild building. I was taken aback when I stepped in, when I was here to place my order for death certificate blanks, there had been two printers printing. Now the room was full of hard working guildmembers, all slaving over their machines.
"Ah, Sir, here!"
One of the clerks called me over, the stack of paper in his hand.
"Rather busy! What, another God change their mind about something?"
"Oh no Sir, a new race has been discovered in the west, so the Legal Drinking Age manuals need updating!"
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