In the corridors of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...
Niklas, having found no chairs in the ship, heads on out to look for them elsewhere. Around the ship, in fact. Fortunately, he does find one chair. It's a rather humble wooden thing, and clearly has seen better days, but he supposes it'll do. With a simple act of will, he causes it to smash into his body rapidly and seamlessly fuse with one of his arms.
However, he is kind of at a loss on where to look now, so he just heads back on deck, where he observes Scott, who looks vaguely unsatisfied, yet also rather organized. He seems to have gathered Kevin already, though how much of this was his accomplishment remains to be seen.
In the den of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...
Sigmund realizes that he has only a vague idea of what Erin might mean.
"You could mean many things. And, while I would probably be able to bring you all the romance novels in the bookstore, I think that I wouldn't find what you are looking for unless you tell me what it is. If it is a secret, well, I guess that I would be able to keep it. I'm not the kind of person who likes gossipping, I'm more of the kind who blackmails people, actually. But, as the only think I can possibly want from you is to use your magic, something that you have already done before without asking anything in exchange from it, I wouldn't do it. I'm sorry for that exposition, but I think that being in these kind of aspects is the best in these kind of circumstances."
"Actually, ya know something, forget about it. It's not important, ya know."
Sigmund leans forward conspiratorially.
"Weird chair beast with that exceptionally good sense of hearing is not here, so don't be afraid."
"Uhm, no. No. Forget about it, really. I don't really need anything. Think nothing of it."
She backs away from Sigmund, then promptly leaves. Hm. Her loss, then. However, he does not get to perform any proper business yet, as Morton, up until this point filled with too much horror at the possible consequences of not having any cloth to contribute much to any conversation, asks him something.
"Good Sir Sigmund, if I may ask of you a request? Could I perhaps see that book good Tailor Craig has given to us, so as to have something to read while you are out? I believe it would be beneficial, if only to pass the time."
Sigmund finds the request agreeable, handing the Handbook of Demonic Conduct and the book on the Realm of Dreams over to Morton, making sure to hide the former under the latter.
"Oh, yeah, sure, you may have it. I'm not going to read it now, anyway."
"Indeed, many thanks good Sir Sigmund. Now if you excuse me, unless either of you two have a need of me I shall resume the hunt for a clean cloth, I wish you both the best of luck," Morton replies, storing the two books inside his storage drawer. He then looks around for cloth. Sadly, looks like Erin hasn't really made any for the kitchen. How terribly shortsighted, Morton thinks. And right when he needs a rag the most, too.
On the outskirts of the City of the Dead...
Darren is starting to get the picture here.
"Oh, that... I heard about that. And what do you mean by she's mentally delicate?"
Danielle glances around, then, upon seeing nobody around, whispers to Darren.
"Now, I don't like to slander people, but she's kind of crazy. Going off the deep end, you know. She never leaves her house, and doesn't talk to anyone - I think she even fears me for some reason, and I used to be her best friend. Being alone, it gives her ideas, you know?"
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