In a seemingly unoccupied slaughterhouse...
Niklas, making sure to keep his head straight and cool as always with his hands, searches about for tools of enlightened butchery.
This being a slaughterhouse, there are cleavers of large, medium and small sizes, knives of many sorts and even a whole bunch of meat hooks, not to mention what appears to be a saw on hand.
On the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...
Sigmund glances at Mark with a considerable measure of disdain as Morton petitions the fellow for aid. However, Morton is first harrowed by the sight of Kevin, who appears to have been transformed into both a hideous abomination and a fishing rod.
"O-oh dear. What happened to you good Jester Kevin? Are you alright like that? Do you need assistance?"
Kevin says nothing, though. Morton supposes he's alright and coughs politely as he addresses Mark.
"Sir Mark, in our hunt for more of the necrotic paste substance we have deemed that it has come from the Death Mushrooms that inhabit the woods near previous Yaleson Manor. We went to fetch some, but came afoul of the spores, and recalled that you had some grow on yourself, but did not know how you managed to get rid of said growth. If you could perhaps enlighten us, so as to not be a harm to our still-living companions?"
Mark, however, appears to have been spooked by something, and he immediately runs off.
"...Well, there he went I suppose. Perhaps he didn't hear us?"
Morton shrugs, and Sigmund reciprocates with the same.
"We should follow him, I fear that he will get himself killed."
"Now, now, good Sir Sigmund, surely he has an instinct of self-preservation, I doubt he would kill himself."
Still, just in case, they follow Mark!
[Mark movement roll: 1+1]
[Sigmund movement roll: 6]
[Morton movement roll: 3-1]
Both of the undead keep up with Mark, who seems to be leisurely pacing through town to his destination, following him to wherever he may go.
[Tree endurance roll: 5]
The tree-headed skeleton unfailingly travels to a well somewhere in town, then proceeds to dive right in. Oh dear, what's he doing? Sigmund looks down, seeing the fellow sink down to the bottom of the thing. Sigmund considers how best to rescue the creature, and comes to the conclusion that he hasn't the foggiest. He's got no rope, and he isn't sure diving down after the guy is a good idea. He might get hurt. And it's deep. And dark.
Morton also looks into the well. It is at about this point that he is informed by a gust of wind and a certain dangling sensation that something important to him is missing.
[Scott thievery vs. Morton perception: 6 vs. 2]
Back at the ship, Scott marvels at the rather fine quality of the livery he has just procured. Gary, for all his faults, had pretty good taste. This will make for nice bomb material! Flammable, but not extremely so. Not to mention stylish. Also, there's a dusting rag with a mushroom in it in the pocket. Extra loot! Could this night get better? Scott believes so, but not by much!
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