The Striding Spire

Fresh from an involuntary crash course in the Stranger Arts, I've a new mystery on my plate: the inexplicable reappearance of a particularly fantastic magickal species.

Which is great, don't get me wrong. Rescuing magickal beasts is what we do around here.

But the Dappledok Pup hasn't been seen since the seventeen hundreds; so how did we find one, alive and kicking, over two hundred years later?

And this beast has a talent for sniffing out treasure, no less. Happenstance? Maybe not.

Is there s...