Ginger

Ever in stealth mode Pettigrew approached the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa intent on making a clean kill of a songbird. Luckily, they all recognized the flying blob of ginger and flew to safety. the Face of Everyman reminded the visitor that there was no hunting allowed in this vast estate.

Work?

Members of the Crow Clan stand around with stomachs growling, but half rations is just what the Face of Everyman had declared for the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The Venerable Sage suggested that they try the beach at low tide and do a little work for their supper.

Fake

Carstairs was driven mad by his obsession to obtain the mythical freshwater pearls of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. To keep the myth alive the Face of Everyman occasionally salted the drain spout with cheap imitations.

Vermin

the Face of Everyman took the appearance of Mr. Rat in broad daylight a result of his own largess with birdseed for the songbirds. From this day forward everybody in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was on half rations. He drafted a sharp note to the head of the Apex Predator Society outlining their short comings.

Smoke

Murky image of new guest. She wasn’t sure of her plans. She was trying to stay ahead of the wildfire smoke. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa seemed a good refuge. the Face of Everyman stifled a cough.