... Belay the cleaning supplies. Show off.
Look at the map Faith just sent out!
(( Must have map!!!! XD ))
Stacy's tap dancing grows more feverish as he receives the map, immediately going ahead with the checking of maps.
"Ooh, baby! Mappety map!"
Check the map. Be excited.
MapExcellent! You shall live this day.
Go to the banners!
Look at map, use it to go to the marketplace.
Your location has been updated on the map as a red circle.
May and Xan wander down the stairs toward the township and into it's outskirts. The buildings here are...quaint at best. Most of them are in some degree of disrepair and are constructed out of bare wood with open windows. You catch a face peeking out of those windows every now and again as you wind your way through the loosely cobbled street.
Calm down, Fey. You'll be fine.
I'll take care of everything.
"You can get the phrasebook when I'm done transcribing it. I'm using my eyes to take pictures of it and send them to everyone, so anyone can access pictures of the book instead of needing the physical copy.
I am... technically a robot, yes. It's complicated. There's only one phrasebook so far, but there'll be as many copies as we like when I'm done. The map is available now, you should be able to access it right where you are. Yes, the map lists where the patrol route is. I don't know if that guy's following it or not."
Continue transcribing phrasebook.
You finish copying the phrasebook and send it out for all to use.
Oh, good. That was good.
now then, now that the issue of the paperwork is done, hustle on out nice and relaxed-like, heading off to the meeting while applying adhesive to the back of the apologies. This will be relevant later.
((Also, can my monoblade be a swordcane? ))
It would be a very large, weird looking cane.
You take your paperwork and head off to meet with feyri. Or was it faith? Hm...You go stand between them in order to minimize potential risk and/or outrage.
"...Okay..."
Develop suspicions about Ms. Faith. Go play video games.
[intuition: 3-1]
You skip over to the video games and engage in a vigorous game of "turkey puncher" without a care or suspicion in the world.
You poor, naive bastard