Next to a vat of whale bile...Niklas attempts to grab some whale bile, but realizes two things. Firstly, he has no hands. Secondly, he's got nothing to keep the whale bile in. Thirdly, eww, though this is a very distant concern for anyone in the room. He also realizes that goblins don't actually exist, which makes their spleens rather rare, particularly in mashed form.
Man, there's nothing to cook with here! Such limitations from every direction, most unfortunate.
In the cargo hold of the Second Shank...Sigmund compares the lopsidedness of the book with the rather different knot of the piece of paper. This way, the differences are rather easy to spot. Or, to be exact, the single difference.
The difference lies in the "no magic" bit, as Sigmund may have already suspected, and it trails down to the part of written instructions. Namely, there's a clause added. It stipulates that the words within, if invoked by a particular soul deliberately, are an exception to the written instruction bit. It's a small difference, but it's clearly unbalanced the knot quite dramatically. It's quite interesting, actually. It seems like great care has been taken to balance the thing and prevent it from falling apart, in fact. Wonder what would happen if it wasn't secured in such a way.
At a house currently getting its roof redone...Scott pours out some honeyed words at the man.
"I'm sorry, sir, but my ability to rightly give a rat's ass is lightly impaired by the distance. However, you have piqued my curiosity! I shall approach!"Fortunately, the guy doesn't seem to be quite listening to him. Also, the house has a wall conveniently missing, so Scott goes right in and gets up to the roof, ready for a little face-to-face conversation. The man turns to him.
"Didn't I tell you to piss off already, you-"[Shove: Scott vs. Fake Roof Guy: 2 vs. 1]
Scott gives the guy a shove, unbalancing just the tiniest bit.
[Fake Roof Guy's balance roll: 2]
Fortunately, it's quite enough to send him rolling off the roof immediately and falling to the ground two floors down.
[Fake Roof Guy's landing roll: 2]
[Fake Roof Guy's endurance roll: 5]
He falls right on his back, and there is an audible flop as he hits the ground, followed by several heinous and obscure curses as he gets up. Happy with the work he's done, Scott merrily walks downstairs and heads outside.
At this point, the guy, clearly pissed beyond the point of rationally discussing this, charges him with the hammer he had in his hand.
[Fake Roof Guy's charge roll: 6]
Quite pissed indeed, Scott would say about the guy.
[Fake Roof Guy vs. Scott: 5+
2 vs. 3-1]
There is a flash of dark metal as he makes an enraged overhead swing at Scott, catching him right on the skull. There is an obnoxiously loud crack as the hammer impacts Scott's brain at a great speed, the crazed fake roof man getting the lucky shot of his life.
[Scott's will roll: 6]
Scott just shakes his head disapprovingly at the guy, who pales visibly after realizing what he's done just now, then leaves to find the Artiste, the hammer still embedded in his head. The fake roof guy then elects to make a run for it rather than investigate further or perhaps get his hammer back. Scott, satisfied with the impression made, walks on back to the ship at a dignified pace, finding the Artiste to still be conversing with Justine idly while sitting down on a barrel. The Artiste looks at him with mild distress, as if about to ask a question, then seemingly reconsiders, turning back to his pet diviner to talk about what sounds like gastronomy.
"... so you have to let it marinade for a while, then take it out and put it over the flame, but not for too long. Just enough to release the good stuff, which you collect. Then you stick it back into the stew and the whole thing happens again, your part included.""Is that really all there is to it?""Yep. That's it.""Huh."Outside Erin's room...Morton gives Erin permission to do whatever she needs to do, as long as it's quick.
"Of course, good mage Erin, but please hurry as much as you can, I fear for chef Niklas' life. I do not believe they shall keep him on the streets for long.""Yeah, okay."She closes the door, and there is a light wobbling sound as Morton converses with Kevin for a short moment, with Kevin explaining shortly why everything's turned to shit lately. It abates for a moment, then stops again. Moments later, Erin opens the door again, with her clothes looking a little cleaner.
"I'm ready. Where we goin' exactly?"