"PYLON DEMANDS THAT YOU UNHAND PYLON. SIMPLE RUBBER INSULATION SHALL NOT PROTECT YOUR WEAK FLESH."
Look so hazardous to touch that none of these fools will bother, even with their feeble protection.
perhaps it's the minor glitch in your voice. maybe it's the little sparkling things, sputtering into nothingness as you make your display, but something gives these men the confidence to handle you. Maybe their just that professional. Or stupid. Anyway, you get hauled out of the cart, and a leather bag is brought to place over you. it isn't placed over yuo juuuust yet though.
stay calm and hope the guards cant charge people without them committing any crimes
And won't put down rabid monsters until they've infected at least one poor village child, as the traditions decree?
Hum softly while I wait for the guard to arrest Pylon. Wordlessly attempt to surround myself (and Terry) in a small, invisible ward that dispels electricity.
You get yourself a nice, glowing blue barrier that sparkles and hums. this draws a lot of attention.
Durmokh mutters under his breath.
Ack, I almost wish they'd turned me over to the 'ammerer rather than sending me out with this noisy lightning pole thing. This is just embarrassing.
At least the 'ammer would have been quick. It's big and silver.
The guard holding you laughs and responds, "Oh? a masterwork of Dwarven craft, I'm sure. An honor to be beaten by one, if one can survive the blows. Well, we all have our schist to haul, as they say."
Wait for the guards to figure out their mistake.
continue with my staring contest.
the spellcaster breaks eye contact when your friend erupts into glowing blue and sparkly bits. He turns his attention calmly to that spectacle instead.
Thrips froze up for a second as the shopkeeper grabbed him.
Once he'd fought down the urge to cry out in surprise, as well as thought of something to say, he began speaking quickly, almost babbling, in his raspy little voice whilst fidgeting nervously with the shield he was still carrying. His eyes darted about the room as he spoke.
"A terrible misunderstanding is what's goin' on out there, sir, an' one that's likely to end poorly for all involved if it ain't put a stop to right now. Them folks what your guards are arrestin' are simply... simple government employees, sent with a shopping list to gather things an' such for their employers. Now I reckon you could save both yourself an' the people what sent them a lot of trouble- not to mention fines, that sort 'f thing- by callin' off your guards and forgettin' all this unpleasantness ever went an' happened so as we-- I mean, them-- can get on with their business unem-, un-err, unim-... without problems."
Say the above. Await response.
Be ready to whack the shopkeeper over the head with the shield I'm carrying should he do anything unhelpful.
Glance quickly around the room we're in, scan it for other people, weapons, escape routes and food, in that order.
the dice love you right now. About halfway through your spiel, the shopkeeper interrupts you. "Oh! That mark. Omega! You're here with my delivery! oh my."
You consider hitting him with the shield for interrupting (at least, you tell yourself you were that brave some time later), but he is gone before you get the chance.
"Sir!, Oh sir! Call off your men, please. It's fine, it's fine. A delivery, sir. nothing more." this seems to do the trick, because the gentleman in question calls off the guards.
So, the guards, having hauled you all out of the cart, leave the mobile of you to haul PYLON back into the cart, and return to their previous posts, leaning against the wall and waiting on their lord. You are allowed to carry the silk in, to be inspected by the shopkeeper, who spends several minutes checking the weave, the trim, the weight, and whatever else clothiers care about, after he's finished wit hhis current customer, of course. Finally, he writes up a scrip and adds it to your paperwork, complete with a seal featuring a needle with thread. He also deposits several bundles into the cart - clothing and gloves for some of the Omega personnel.
On to the Bakery!
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