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[Maximum Spin]

D: Explain to the Scarves the importance of discretion in all cases where expected information, such as the location of a hideout, is found to have changed. We have to assume that it's possible that anything might have happened to this Greenscarf lodge; it could even have been corrupted by the Cyanemy! We should investigate, but carefully, to make sure nobody ends up getting captured and sacrificed or anything. That said, if everything does turn out to be on the up-and-up as hoped, Goldteef may have his small victory.

[King Zultan]

D: Explain to the Scarves the importance of discretion in all cases where expected information, such as the location of a hideout, is found to have changed. We have to assume that it's possible that anything might have happened to this Greenscarf lodge; it could even have been corrupted by the Cyanemy! We should investigate, but carefully, to make sure nobody ends up getting captured and sacrificed or anything. That said, if everything does turn out to be on the up-and-up as hoped, Goldteef may have his small victory.

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[Yellow Pixel]

D: Explain to the Scarves the importance of discretion in all cases where expected information, such as the location of a hideout, is found to have changed. We have to assume that it's possible that anything might have happened to this Greenscarf lodge; it could even have been corrupted by the Cyanemy! We should investigate, but carefully, to make sure nobody ends up getting captured and sacrificed or anything. That said, if everything does turn out to be on the up-and-up as hoped, Goldteef may have his small victory.

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[Kilojoule Proton]

Still wary of the local Greenscarves' move, you explain in painstaking detail that things like this seldom happen without a good reason for better or for worse, and that it would be a good idea to exercise caution in approaching the residents Horatio identified as Shaybury Greenscarves. The Inksworthy Greenscarves respond by coming up with overly optimistic explanations for the move including excessive money/loot, boredom, and immovable loot at the new site. You point out that it could just as easily be a trap set by the Shaybury authorities to catch an illegal secret society somewhat lacking in the "secret" part. This prompts an argument about which Greenscarf chapter is likely to be better at stealth and secrecy. You hush them as you approach the street Horatio claims to have found the hideout at.

You look around and see run down shops and inns and even a dilapidated temple on this street. Horatio points out a quiet tavern named the Dancing Celery, and if not for a chalk mark you now recognize as a Greenscarf sign, you wouldn't have imagined the hideout could be such a public building. Goldteef orders the group to don the green scarves and follow him ready to fight if need be. Lacking a proper scarf, you put on the lucky blue one you used back in Inksworth and whisper instructions on executing a proper miniature cavalry charge if ordered. Thus prepared, you cautiously enter the Dancing Celery. Goldteef seats himself and begins ordering:
"Do you have moffy pickakfe wif a topping of defert fand?" asks Goldteef, who gestures wildly.
"But of coarse," says the bartender, who also gestures wildly.

You are immediately very suspicious of what's going on here. What is a mossy pickaxe with desert sand? What were those gestures? Do you really trust Goldteef enough not to intervene, flee, or something else?
(A) Yes
(B) No (and how will you act on it?)
(C) Something else

[Maximum Spin]

A Goldteef is our ratty friend and we trust him TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH. However, we may sometimes coincidentally have totally unrelated reasons to be suspicious of things we would certainly never dream of thinking might be his fault.

[King Zultan]

A I'm sure he knows what he's doing.

[Superdorf]

A

When we have a quiet moment, let's ask Goldteef what all the gesturing was about. It is useful, for a CHICKEN KNIGHT to know the secret languages of his skullduggerous adversaries!

[Yellow Pixel]

A

When we have a quiet moment, let's ask Goldteef what all the gesturing was about. It is useful, for a CHICKEN KNIGHT to know the secret languages of his skullduggerous adversaries!

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[VoidSlayer]

C SILENTLY BUT WITH LOUD SCREAMING THOUGHTS RECITE THE OATHS OF THE CHICKEN KNIGHTS AND SERVANTS OF THE CHICKEN GODS IN OUR HEAD WHILE PREPARING FOR BATTLE YEAAAAHAHH!

[Kilojoule Proton]

A: Maximum Spin, King Zultan, Superdorf, Yellow Pixel
C: VoidSlayer

You decide you trust Goldteef enough after all, but finding out what all that gesturing was about would still be very useful for such a CHICKEN KNIGHT of letters as yourself. It can wait, though, and you tag along when the bartender opens a trapdoor hidden under a barrel of cheap ale and enter a small but surprisingly clean maze of twisty passages lined with mosaics and tapestries. The Greenscarves here presumably enjoy more success in snagging high-value items. Goldteef strikes up some comprehensible conversation as the party continues walking through increasingly smelly tunnels.

"Fo what happened to the old gang?"
"Well, Redhand's still Master Thief. Mara, Orfin, an' Wigbert are still in charge too, but Bug-Eater Brytha and 'er crew moved out to Baywick last year. Used to complain about the Duke breathing down 'er neck an' jailing 'er henchies, she did. Tane was our last Face and 'e replaced 'er, an' that's why I'm 'ere in the Dancin' Celery servin' drinks. Yup, good ole Bill's bartending now. Also, we've got some company from Asheath. 's why we moved here where it's bigger. How's Inksworth these days?"
"Mifter Holy Knight here recruited our fervifef. We've been running acroff the country looking for fome holy relic. Don't know which one, fough. You wouldn't happen to know anyfing about one, would you?"
"Hmm, holy relics? One o' Wigbert's henchies left after a night in the stocks. Said 'e was goin' to seek help from the gods themselves an' went west. Always was a bit of a fanatic, that chicken. Say, how much are you gettin' paid for runnin' around with knights? Not very scarfy, now, is it?"
"It'f a pittanftanfe for one of my fkill and ekfpertatife, but I'm a proper Rat Thief now. It'f like I'm in a Rofin Ritfard ftory and ftuff."
"Well...that's...great! Anyway, here we are. Leave your weapons in this crate. We promise we won't steal them, hehaha. We're all Gree--actually never mind."

You enter a dim room. A fancy room divider placed halfway across obstructs your view of the far side of the room, but you hear low conversation. Greenscarf bouncers stand guard on either side of the divider and eye your heavily armed party. Doodle-Crow is clumsily hiding the ornate dagger the pheasant bandit leader held inside his clothing. Cluck-Squawk-Cluck and Bawk-Bawk-BAWK are dumping out their rocks. Goldteef's dagger(s) has/have disappeared somehow. Will you comply with Bill's request?
(A) Yes
(B) No (Blatantly stroll in with all the weapons you have on your person)
(C) Not completely (Hide some gear somehow)

Saber
RIGHTEOUS FURY
Decorative lance
Crossbow (0 bolts)

[Maximum Spin]

Reassure the bartender that we ARE all Greenscarves here, because, logically, if we have joined forces with the Inkswhatever Greenscarves, that makes us Greenscarves by proxy. Leave your weapons in the crate, but ask politely if we can hold onto RIGHTEOUS FURY for its religious sentiment. Still, if the request is refused, bow politely and place it in the crate and plot petty vengeance afterward.

[King Zultan]

They can hold our weapons but they can never hold our RIGHTEOUS FURY!

[Superdorf]

Carefully sequester our RIGHTEOUS FURY in the cockles of our KNIGHTLY HEART. It will be there when we need it!
The rest of our weaponry, the Greenscarves can hang onto for now.

[Stirk]

Wait, we actually have weapons? I thought we've been pecking things this whole time.

Put a little green scarf around each of our weapons and pretend like they're an exotic sort of animal from out of town. Call anyone who questions them racist.

[Superdorf]

Our weaponry existed in a state of METAPHYSICAL FLUX for awhile, before we got around to taking inventory.