At the home of the Eight Old People...
Sigmund brings up some thoughts on what one could tell a pet to do.
"If the construct that you are going to make can only have a single instinct, can said instinct be to kill whatever Niklas orders it to kill?"
"It would have to be able to process said orders first, and that's quite the tall order."
"Though we could try to use illusions to... augment its perceptions."
Just then, the door to the house bursts open. The eighth mage steps out and hands Sigmund a small chest.
"Levitation stone's in there. Be careful with it."
In the home of the Artiste...
Scott heads out of the home that is no longer his and looks for some kind of river or creek to wash Gary in. Fortunately, there is a not-unclean creek nearby. He gets to washing Gary!
[Laundering roll: 3]
Unfortunately, it looks like he's going to need soap for this. Gary's totally filthy.
On the deck of a ship of some kind...
Morton looks somewhat incredulously at the short man at first, but manages to take control of the situation quickly.
"Oh dear, if I had known that was blocking your ascent I would have helped assuredly! It must of been terrible trapped down there."
"Uh, yeah. I'm sure you sympathize."
"But yes, information would be most wonderful to me and my companion. See, we're in the employ of our Master, who wishes to charter a ship to what I would assume to be a far away location. Now, sadly, he has yet to inform me of his heading so I'm afraid I don't know to tell you, but a general price range would be most appreciated! That is, if this wonderfully quaint ship is up to taking passengers on voyages."
"It isn't as far as I know. You'd have to ask the captain. He's around somewhere, I think. Saw him last... what was it? Two weeks ago, I think?"
Meanwhile, Kevin sneaks back up, hearing the commotion, and observes the proceedings.