Amongst the adoring chatters of the gathering crowd around you, one of the fans soon recognizes the woman tied to the table. "Hey, isn't that the daughter of the millionaire owner of the Frailinthorp Schooners? Why does Brick have her tied to a table?..." the fan puzzles out loud, drawing more pondering murmurs. "Does this have something to do with those underinflated floaties that got them disqualified?" the fan continues, as a heated discussion begins to develop in the crowd.
At the sound of the fan saying "Frailinthorp", the woman on the table starts to stir awake with disgruntled irritation. "Frelanthrope!" she yells at the fan in disgust. "Frelanthorpe! It's Frelanthorpe, not Frailinthorpe, you imbecile!!!" the redhead screams, struggling to get free of the ropes. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you all!!!!" she continues viciously, causing the crowds to back away in shock and alarm. "Someone untie me! Untie me NOW!" the woman demands, wrestling with the ropes like a confined beast.
The fans yelp and cower at the sight of the enraged woman, though there are a few diehard Schooner fans that seem to be contemplating actually freeing her. In the face of the ensuing chaos, you decide you'd be safer if you go inside the stadium away from the crowds of bestirred fans. Approaching the entrance however, you are stopped by a guard who takes a good look at the viciously struggling woman tied to the table, then at a piece of parchment in their hands. "I'm sorry sir but since the Schooners are banned from the Tour, it's against the rules for someone to carry in the family of the owner as luggage," the guard concludes, barring you from entering with your luggage. "She might be trying to spy on the other teams. We hope you understand." Meanwhile the woman is spitting curses at the guard, daring him to untie her and call her luggage one more time.
As you consider what to do, it seems that some of the fans had alerted the city guard to the situation, as a squad of soldiers soon arrives on the scene. "What the hell's going on here!?" the guard captain yells, pushing through the lingering crowds. "What's with all the screaming? And why's that woman tied to a table!?" He then spots you, tempering his voice. "Oh, Mr. Brick! I'm a huge fan! Errm--I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this?..." he ponders, as the rest of the soldiers gather nearby to moderate the scene.
Stu "Brick" Brick Jr.
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Strange love letter-
Assassin's daggers-
Assassin's necklace