And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack

And you may find yourself in another part of the world

And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile

And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife

And you may ask yourself-well...how did I get here?

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down

Letting the days go by/water flowing underground

Into the blue again/after the moneys gone

Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

And you may ask yourself

How do I work this?

And you may ask yourself

Where is that large automobile?

And you may tell yourself

This is not my beautiful house!

And you may tell yourself

This is not my beautiful wife!

After great difficulty, the adventurers all finally met up at the Soggy Galosh: a small, quayside inn. The wind was howling outside and they could barely hear themselves over the torrential rain, but at least the lightning had stopped.

Lukwind tried to explain that the Mayor was currently busy, hunting for a nonexistent conspiracy, but that in a couple of hours he might realize that he had been fooled. Rather than use that time to make their escape, the others decided to pay the mayor a visit and provide him with some concrete evidence. They also wanted to find a healer for Martok, who had been poisoned in an altercation with the innkeeper.