In the streets of Shriekpot...
Sigmund, incapable of finding a weapon shop, looks for a kitchen store!
Fortunately, there is some form of blacksmith nearby. Looking at his offered goods, Sigmund notices a few reasonably nice kitchen knives on display, as well as several other kitchen implements for potential use. There's even some farming equipment around the place. A sign above his stand says "Gunther Gunnarson, All-Purpose Smith and Hawker".
Elsewhere, Mark attempts to interview a passerby on the location of a nearby surgeon. He finds a rather sick-looking individual and petitions him with an earnest message.
"WHERE SURGEON?" he scrawls on the ground, not wishing to waste any of the fellow's time. The passerby examines the scrawling for a moment, then answers.
"Personally, I think you might be a bit too far gone for a surgeon, buddy. But there certainly is one, just go down the street, take the first left, then head down the way until you reach this big building with a single tower that's got a tree sculpted on it - that's a hospital. There's probably a surgeon there. Happy trails!"
The man heads off, offering no further explanation.
Back on the Bargain of Ages...
Niklas, relieving Morton of the iron grip of the resolute duty thrust upon him, begins dragging the clam on his own toward the inner bits of the ship. He is followed by Kevin, who has gotten into an exploratory mood.
[Mage-Hand 1 magic roll: 2+1]
[Mage-Hand 2 magic roll: 5+1]
Two robed men who up until that point had been minding something on the deck, turn to them and, with a single, synchronous motion of their hands, cause Niklas to be slightly impeded in his progress inside and Kevin to be lifted right off his feet and several meters into the air.
"Listen to the lady! We run a tight ship here."
Scott, looking over at the troubling levitation of his favorite jester, supposes he can make with the establishing.
"What needs to be established?"
"Glad you asked! Firstly, who are you people? Secondly, what are you doing here? This is a rather sensitive piece of engineering, you see, not really the kind of thing you allow just any old stranger on. So I'm a bit curious on your business here, is all."
"It is one of the cooler ships in existence, after all. Kinda natural to be protective of it."
"Thank you. I am glad you understand. Now, judging by the state of your garb, I guess you're the retainer-mouthpiece for somebody more important. Is this correct?"
"What gave it away, the fact that he's got a sheet for a cloak?"
The woman gives Bernie a very stern glare.
"When I wish to hear your insights, I will ask for them. Now, mouthpiece, do your duty and speak. Who are you people and why are you here?"
She looks at Scott with a good dose of impatience in her eyes.
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Topic: Life Begins At Death - Epilogue: We Live And Live Again (Read 557337 times)