Challenge #04736-L352: Not Another Faerie Tale
A chimneysweep out late at night sees the darndest thing: a carriage racing away from the palace as it turns into a pumpkin. Even stranger, a crystalline slipper falls from the fleeing vehicle, one that fits the chimneysweep perfectly. And then, word spreads through the city that the prince is looking for the lovely lady who wore a glass slipper to his ball. -- Deathshead419
Just like trusting government systems based on waterlogged women handing out swords, one should not chose eligible mates based on their shoe size. So many things can go very wrong with the sort of thing that only happens in children's stories. That, and Faerie goodmothers have a warped sense of humour.
What do I know about anything? I'm just a Sweep.
My usual circle of allies is other sweeps and the occasional footpad taking the Rogue's Highway away or towards trouble. You'd be surprised how polite the thieves of the city are. They always do their best to avoid stumbling over others plying their trade. Their reflexes are quicker than mine, and I'm small enough for most of them to just jump over.
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