In the Alley of Muffled Screams...
Morton doesn't quite like this place, he has to say.
"Hm... Not quite what I was expecting. I really hope they didn't go in there, hopefully this will be only a quick detour."
"Yeah. If they did, I can't see things going well for them."
After a moment of silence as they move toward the door, Morton addresses Art once more.
"I must say, Art, that was absolutely marvelous back there. I still don't know what was wrong with that strange fellow though, but I can say now him touching me wasn't quite pleasant indeed, rather... odd in a dreadful way really. It was most definitely not a mundane gesture, I fear. Are large cities usually populated with people like that?"
"Depends on the city, to be honest - this is pretty close to Black Circle country, so it's understandably a bit weird - for one, that guy clearly had magic of some kind on him. Not sure what it was, but I don't think it worked on you for some reason. And thanks for the compliment. Felt good to really get into character like that, haven't done that for ages now."
"We should best get this place behind us soon, though, I feel."
"Agreed. Let's head on in."
The two sorta-people walk to the door of Wallyn's building - it's a pretty grand entrance, all things considered - a well-done arch with some heavy doors, almost a bit too respectable in a way - doesn't mesh with the general aura of iniquity. They step into the building, whereupon they find themselves in an even more suspiciously nice-looking hall, being attended to by a portly, mildly dazed-looking woman.
"Hi! If you don't mind me saying, you don't look like you're here for the downstairs business, so I'm guessing you're here for Wallyn, right?"
She winks at Art for some reason, who doesn't immediately respond.
On the deck of the Second Shank...
Scott shrugs and leaves quietly, finding the Captain.
"Cap'n, I am ready to progress through the ranks! I can be an officer, I know it!"
"SPLENDID! I KNEW you had it IN you, SEA APE! FIRST THINGS FIRST. Can you MOVE OBJECTS WITH ONLY YOUR MIND?"
Sigmund, after a short moment of conversation, starts to describe his old partner in crime.
"Well, he was a man made of chairs. Actually, he was only the central armchair, which Erin game some weird glowing clubs with which he could see. He controlled the rest of the chairs with magic he spontaneously acquired. Either that or he had been a chair mage all his life and he didn't tell us anything, but I don't think it's probable..."
"Chair mage? Should be easy enough to find."
Justine shuts her eye again, and her other empty eye socket vibrates oddly. Moments later, she opens her eye.
"Hm. Maybe not. Several possible reasons for that. Might be dead, might be changed somehow. Or maybe not really what you describe him as - I'm getting something, but it's not a whole lot."