In the Trade Quarter of Shriekpot...
Niklas, full of spirit and fury, leads his trusty drunkard cohort over to the infamous Ulubelle, apparently quite popular around conmen in Shriekpot. It's a fancy building, Niklas finds. And the inside is even better! It's got a refined atmosphere in it, and the place seems populated mostly by rather attractive women! And a few guys, as well, though these mostly look to be patrons. A middle-aged woman wearing what appears to be a stiff, smiling mask composed solely of makeup approaches the group immediately as they enter.
"Hello, good sirs. How may we at Ulubelle help you today?"
How indeed, madam. How indeed.
At the Flaming Crab...
Scott is humbled by the generous behavior of the inn's patrons. If only they were all this helpful.
"Oh... My thanks then, and my apologies for interrupting your evening."
"Oh, it's no problem. Give him a good beating from me if you find him! Son of a bitch swindled me not three weeks ago, can't prove a thing to the authorities!"
Scott nods and looks over at Mark. He appears to be leaving. Quicker than him. Racing time!
"It's my revenge, gods damn you!"
[Revenge Race: Scott vs. Mark: 3-1 vs. 1+1]
Scott walks as fast as he can, eventually catching up to Mark, who seems to be in no hurry at all. However, try as he might, Scott cannot outwalk the fellow before they reach the Ulubelle and go right in.
Oh, looks like Niklas is already here. And some fine gentlemen from the Feisty Jelly. And a woman with a painted-on face and an unchangingly smiling expression.
"And hello to you too, good sir and tree-person. How may we help you?"
In the port of Shriekpot...
Sigmund attempts to sniff out the trail of the mob that followed Niklas. However, the mob smelled like booze and disappointment, and so does everything else in this town, so he's kind of screwed there. Well, guess he'll have to try and get over his crippling indecisiveness!
Sigmund stares down the crossroads. They will not beat him today. He will persevere! He takes one step forward, then another, then another!
Then it suddenly hits him. He is alone now. Nobody to lead him around. Nobody to help. Maybe he should get someone. He turns to one side and beckons a guy to help him out. Said guy doesn't even spare him a glance. Okay, what about you, madam? Help a guy out?
She also doesn't help. Sigmund turns around and seeks aid from many sources, though they all prove unhelpful! And he has also turned around several times by now.
He is completely lost now.