At Brenwicke's Books...Kevin, deciding that now is a good time to properly utilize his buddy
Niklas and possibly get something done in the process, hops onto the chairman and tries to jump to the second floor window.
[Kevin jumping roll: 6+1]
He leaps off Niklas like a frog, smashing headfirst through the window like some kind of magically-accelerated undesirable from a respectable establishment, landing in a pile of glass shards, which doesn't feel very pleasant as one might imagine. He gets up and looks around.
Hm. This looks like a storeroom of some kind - there are several cabinets and chests lying about, all secure-looking and whatnot.
Outside, Niklas is about to go about his business, whatever that may be, but he is then interrupted by
Sigmund, who appears to have been waiting for exactly such an opportunity.
"Hey, Niklas! There is a lot of good cooking material inside, but it is mixed with stuff that can't be eaten. I think that, while we wait, you could make a pile of all that possible future dishes and leave at a side all those things that can't be eaten."Niklas shrugs. He guesses he can do that. Heck, maybe being unable to perceive smells or tastes will actually improve his cooking. He walks back inside with Sigmund, only to find the corpses he made earlier. Oh, those.
"I think that you were responsible for this, so you should know what to do."Well, not much sorting needed there, he supposes, considering that he already took a moment to claim all the treasures of the people he singlehandedly eliminated while the others were busy getting smashed, stabbed, murdered and being not very useful at all, thus earning exactly zero loot in the process, according to northern law. Niklas wonders if he actually shouldn't impose the special martial savior tax - after all, these guys would have been slightly deader meat without him. That means he should at least get something extra, right?
Sigmund, unaware of Niklas' current thought process, tends to other business. For one, he attempts to retrieve the spear stuck in the wall.
[Sigmund strength roll: 1+1]
Sadly, it does not look like it's coming out. How sad.
Meanwhile, at the top of the stairs in the back room,
Scott takes a moment to ponder whether he could possibly force this door open with the guisarme. After giving it some thought, he supposes that's a no. And considering that there was the sound of breaking glass from outside, it seems like someone else has already bypassed the situation.
Near the engineer gates in the City of the Dead...Darren supposes he'll stick around for a bit longer, if only to put off the inevitable.
"So, any other places I should go, any other facts I should know, or is it time I actually do the job I was sent here for?""Well, I could talk your ear off all day about who lives out in the normal city, various places and their history, particular people you could try to meet and so forth, but I'm not sure you're very interested."She thinks for a moment.
"I suppose there is the obvious fact that the engineers really value their privacy. Other than that, I don't really know what to tell you."On the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...Morton, after a period of thinking about his next move, decides to head back on deck, whereupon he finds Art, who appears to be as busy as always. As in, not at all. He, or maybe she, or perhaps even it seems to be looking at the stars quietly.
Right, I'm back. However, the posting schedule may be altered slightly on account of my decreased amount of free time. Still, this should update regularly.
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