The entire circus, burnt down. It was pure chaos last night. Margaretha had no where left to run and ended up having to leap into the frigid river to avoid the fire. She swam as hard as she could but the exhaustion soon took over and she fell unconcious in the water.

You, living just a mile or so down the river, were on your usual morning walk the next morning when you find the dancer washed up on the river bank. She seems to be breathing at the very least as she lays curled up in the mud.