In Tailor Craig's room...
Sigmund, recalling that he has inadvertently trapped Kevin downstairs, excuses himself for a moment, goes back and helps him up - with only one arm, it's a bit more difficult than one might imagine, but he gets it done eventually, sending Kevin on his way. He then returns to Craig.
"Would any of these things be actually dangerous? Because I know of a place where you could do all these things and won't ever be bothered."
"Hm? Where? I don't think the cargo hold would be a good spot, as we may need to store things there, and I don't think the den or the other people's rooms will work either due to reasons of good etiquette if nothing else."
Kevin, meanwhile, rolls over to Gunther Gunnarson's place, hearing what sounds like slow, deliberate work from within.
In a senseless void...
Niklas asks Helsvar for assistance.
"Hm. Helsvar, my love, are you capable of interacting with anyone but me?"
"Yes. Torkel, for one. And Kruub as well, though I have not seen him lately. Maybe I can find some of the other villagers as well, though I do not speak with them as often as I used to - they have taken to shunning me, actually. Why?"
In the streets of Shriekpot...
Morton offers the man the name of his friend-of-a-friend, hoping to get a sort of trade going.
"I don't know the individual's specific name, but from what I've heard they're called the Demon of Difficult Questions. This individual provides both answers and questions to what is provided, and I for one can't imagine a source more reliable than a being dedicated entirely to such an endeavor. I can provide you with a way to speak to this individual, hopefully helping you find the answers to your questions. It's no small thing I'm offering however, so I understand caution and indeed would only go through such a thing if you wish it, but I believe it can help you. If you accept such a proposition, all I ask is for one thing: you tell me where I can find the Alley of Muffled Screams."
"What, ask a demon? Are you insane, man? Demons are the very architects of the lies and deceit that permeate this world of ours! As are the gods, for that matter. Everyone upstairs, downstairs and on different planes than the stairs altogether is in on it! Distorting our senses, twisting the world in ways it must not be twisted! Why, to seek one's aid would bring only further illusions, layers upon layers of cowpat to hide the ultimate truths!" the man replies, becoming more agitated and consequently louder with each sentence. "Why do you advocate such a thing, desk-man? Have you had dealings with them?"
Art narrows his glowing eyes at the man, taking a discreet step back.
On the Second Shank...
Scott, knowing that a lack of food and water is definitely news too terrible to keep to himself, finds the Artiste and explains the situation to him.
"Good gods, man, there's no food! Or water!"
"Don't think we need it, actually. Erin can make this stuff out of thin air, apparently. I've seen her do it, even. Tastes odd, you know, but works well enough. Haven't died yet, at any rate."
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