[ Note from the author: I wanted to write something and chose Salt Weasels, as I just acquired one in-game. The text took on a life of its own with the saber though. originally I didn't plan to include much about it, just wanting to finish off the story with the Poet rushing off stage. But, the muse urged me on.

I've always wondered what a weaponized use of Fallen London's more fantastical elements would look like. Hopefully, I've managed to deliver a glimpse into what that would look like. I hope you enjoyed reading it and wish you a brilliant evening, delicious friend.]