On the first floor of the Yaleson house...
Sigmund springs into action, running over to Mark and interviewing him on the subject of a set of stolen knives, making his very best interrogation face as he does so.
Sadly, his hardcore approach proves unnecessary, as Mark just relaxedly points out an end table at the opposite corner of the room. Sigmund quietly thanks him and trots over to get them, then takes them to the nearby Niklas, hoping that his story will be believed and not just met with grievous bodily harm in large quantities.
"Excuse me, sir, I found these things over a table, do they belong to you? I think I heard that you were looking for some missing knives."
Niklas looks at the knives that are indeed in Sigmund's hands.
"Knives? KNIVES!"
He snatches the utensils out of Sigmund's hands. His mouth, the only actually visible part of his face, contorts into a smile. He claps Sigmund on the shoulder.
"You are a good man. Now to fix them...
He stares oddly at the knives, then shuffles off to the kitchen.
[Sharpening roll: 5]
There is the sound of metal grinding against metal for a few minutes, then the sound ridiculously sharp metal cleaving the air together with clearly audible manly giggling. As it begins to subside, Morton comes out of the room, then engages in some friendly conversation with Sigmund.
"Thank you kind sir, thank you very much! That's a burden off my shoulders that you have lifted. Oh, pardon me, excuse me for being rude, I don't believe I caught your name. I'm Carter, Carter Morton, the butler of Master Scott and Gary's home."
"It's a pleasure to be able to help you, good sir. By the way, I'm Sigmund. I see that you have work to do now, so I won't make you lose more time."
Morton nods and goes upstairs. Sigmund throws Mark a conspiratorial glance as they then commence the looting! Mark lifts a handy deck of weird cards from a trophy cabinet while Sigmund briefly and greedily regards a broom before judging it to be completely worthless compared to him, as it looks mostly rotten or at the very least moldy. And looking out the window reveals that there are zero gardens in the vicinity. This is somewhat of a setback. How is he supposed to rampage if he has no tools?
On the second floor of the Yaleson house...
Scott takes his methods of alternative medicine and runs with them, now helping himself more than his husband, really.
"Damn you and your kind, dear husband! Oh noooooo dear, I don't think it's appropriate for me to divulge my secrets to you. It's my hobby, not yours. And you probably wouldn't make it past the chapter of minor cantrips... See what your bloody hobby and your lack of faith in me has gotten you!"
He cracks the infirm necromancer on the jaw to prove his point!
[Gary endurance roll: 6]
Gary, however, is having none of that, opting for the best defense as his recovery strategy.
[Domestic Violence: Gary vs. Scott: 3 vs. 6-1]
However, he is still but a terribly ill man, so Scott catches his hand, twists it slightly to make Gary squirm, then lets go, allowing him to slip back into a pained state of infirmity and helplessness untainted by sudden flashes of rage.
Damn, is this therapeutic or what?
"Master Scott, I have the boiled willow ready for you. I'm also brewing up some tea if you would like some, sir."
Ah. Now the healing begins.
Back in Emlocke...
Darren, satisfied at his success, searches around for Mel. If he can't keep the whole band alive, he can at least try to save him. And he will do this as stealthily as possible. He will be like the spirit of the earth, everywhere and nowhere at the same time!
With this in mind, he does eventually find Mel! He appears to be busy running down an alley and not looking back. Silly Mel.