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“We didn’t actually know who was abducted. Got a vague message, you see, and we didn’t even know who sent it,” Bert explains. “We just found it at our dinner table earlier tonight.” “Which makes a lot more sense if these are all priests,” Mina adds. “Can’t say gods are swift to act in general, but with a whole bunch of your own priests captured… well, I can see how that might get one to…

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You wonder if you can work anything out about whoever’s on stage. Their robe is hooded, which makes it hard to see their face, but something strikes you as odd about it when you do catch a glimpse. And that’s when you realize just what – it’s the fact you can see their face at all. The guards you’ve been running into have mostly been wearing those odd masks. Even the ushers seem to have…

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There’s purple everywhere. The tattered curtains have been replaced with fresh purple ones. The person on the stage is wearing a purple robe, and has a purple backdrop behind them. Everyone in the seats is wearing purple robes, too – and you can’t tell much more about them than that from here. The color of shame, everywhere you look. But why? What are they so ashamed of? You glance at the performer, but the gestures…

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“I know the layout here. There’s a catwalk up high,” you explain. “I can go up there and get a more direct look at the stage.” “It may be guarded,” Drip interjects. “I think it would be better if I were to go.” “Whichever of you goes, I’m not inclined to leave you on your own,” Bert says. “Nothing personal – I just don’t know how much I can trust you.” “If there’s two of…

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“I’m with Matilda Laikenne,” you reply. Might as well see how they react. They whisper to each other for a bit. “Well, the girl who plays her hasn’t been with Golden Rose for that long,” the woman replies after they conclude their little talk. “So you’re saying you’re with her, but not with the troupe per se?” “More or less. I live in this town and I’m staying here when they leave.” “Good enough for…

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They’re wearing armor. Specifically, Redbelly uniforms. Obviously too young to be members of the occupying force from all those years ago – but are they seriously dressed in that uniform in this town? Is that uniform even still in use? You decide to leave that question for later. For the moment, you’re going to help them out of the mess you put them in. You rush at the group, waving your sword; everyone pauses for…

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Your first thought is that it’s another language, but you recognize a bunch of Common words. Maybe it’s a language that shares a lot of words with Common, though? Well, no, because you’re pretty sure they just said abluni and you only know one language that uses that word. In fact, now you can pick out a handful of other words from different languages. They’re just shifting languages from one word to the next. Is it…

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“Tripwire,” he says. You take a more careful look – the door’s slightly ajar, and through the crack, you can see a string tied to the other side. Could be an alarm, could be something else. “Can’t fit my sword through there to cut it,” you say. “Then I shall carefully open the door. That will hopefully give you enough space.” He reaches for the knob, and slowly widens the crack. You watch carefully, and…

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Your first thought is, if you just go out and greet them, they’ll be more than a little suspicious. And that would be true even if you weren’t wearing this mask. Your second thought is, if they’re going to be suspicious anyways, might as well make the most of it. They’re probably headed where you’re headed, so why not lead them there? You gesture to Drip to run. And for your part, you’ll be sure…

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There’s a dozen or so chairs arranged in a circle. “It looks like someone held some kind of meeting here,” you whisper to Drip. “If these chairs were for sale, they’d be stacked together.” “I do not think it was a standard meeting,” Drip whispers back. “Look more closely at that one.” He points at one of the chairs, and you can see a small piece of rope behind it. “Keeping captives?” you mutter. “Could…

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