"Pride, Prose, and Princes" by dancingpetal It wasn't at all as intimidating as I'd imagined. Except for the designer clothing and the occasional glitter of a 500 carat diamond watch or necklace, it looked like any old upper-class garden party. Another uniformed attendant, a Yurble this time, noticed me. "Name, Miss?"
The Inspectre: Part Three We decided that our next move would be to look into how the Yurble managed to escape Eliv's mansion. And there was only one way for us to do that...