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Welcome to the Lady Fryja Lovejoy Artist Center Open House! read the sign at the gate. Rolas glanced open doors, easily four meters high and half a meter thick, made of stout copperwood and reinforced with iron studs. They led through the gatehouse that pierced the thick stone walls, to a similar set of doors at the end of a short tunnel. "So this festival has really been going on for 700 years?" he asked Melanie as they walked through the gate, carried along by the gay crowd of parents, children, and artistically inclined teens and greyfurs, everyone chatting and waving their tails in interest. "More or less," his wife confirmed. "Barring interruption by the occasional war, plague, or natural disaster. The original artist's colony here was founded just prior to the first festival, by Lady Fry herself." They stepped through the second gate, in front of a large open plaza filled with food and merchant stalls, beyond which were several wooden and stone buildings housing resident