“And I suppose the sort of person who’d deal in slave labor would have few qualms about hiring a wizard who ventures into the darkest corners of the art,” you muse. For the first time in this conversation, you catch him twitching very slightly. This is a man who hides his tells very carefully, and apparently this line of thought is making him slip just the tiniest bit. “It would hardly surprise me, though I…
The big unknown here is how much to tip your hand to Drake. He probably thinks you’re just an actor from a shady troupe, who happens to know a wizard he’s interested in. Well, that and he would probably have confirmed your relation to Matilda – if you were faking, he’d no doubt find some way to take advantage of it. Which means maybe you don’t want him thinking you’re clever enough to work things…
For the moment, you decide to sidestep the question. “What do you want to talk to him about?” you ask. “What else? All the strange magic being worked tonight!” Drake grumbles. “I’ve tried talking to other wizards I have contact with and they say there’s a lot going on with the ether, much of which they can’t make sense of. There’s been major shifts in the weather, something that I’ve often been told isn’t easy…
“It’s a funny story, actually,” you reply. “You know the West Lansor Peninsula? It used to be called the Kroskan Peninsula. Modern Kroska was founded by refugees who fled when Lansor took over the area. This was about two hundred years ago, and the war was broadly viewed as an embarrassment after the fact in Lansor, so they don’t talk about it much there.” “Ah, how fortunate,” Drake says. “Ms. Laikenne, you’re one of the…
Emil Drake is the City Conservator. Pretty much everyone knows he’s using the office as a springboard for higher ambitions, and also making full use of its powers in the meantime. It’s not a law enforcement position and has no direct control over the town guard, but Drake is a man who is very creative about exercising whatever power he has. He’s a controversial figure, though very little of it has to do with the…
It’s the song to indicate “haven’t been paid yet, start bothering the venue owner about it”. This makes no sense since you’re not getting paid to be here and you’re fairly sure Mina isn’t either. And the venue owner is Redlake, anyway… Wait. Is she telling you to go find him? You aren’t even sure what happened to him. Did he run off? Get caught by the Protectors? Is he still officially in charge of…
Mina was playing at being wounded from the tower incident. So… they’d probably take her somewhere for medical attention. Most likely the Protectors have their own medics – indeed, probably a high number for what’s essentially a mercenary group, given their dedication to Reth. They wouldn’t try to find a clinic unless she clearly had serious wounds, which she didn’t. Especially since she was faking. And if they realized that, she’d probably claim it must…
Your mind finds itself turning to Bellingham and Burner, perhaps due to sheer familiarity. Or perhaps because you were already thinking of the dog sketch. The sketch seems to end with the door falling on Bellingham, and Burner running off with the dog still biting his arm. But after a brief pause, Burner runs back onstage followed by a town guard who accuses him of breaking into the house, and after he realizes Bellingham is…
The easiest option is to pretend you had a run-in with the actual thief. You briefly consider cowering, but conclude that’s not your style. Instead, you cry out for help. “Help! Help! Someone’s attacking me!” You then fling yourself against the wall as the grebling guard comes rushing over. “What’s going on? What are you even doing here?” “I was curious about this place, and just wandering around to see if there were any windows…
All you really need is a noise outside the office that the guard will feel compelled to investigate. There are windows, but they’re high up off the ground. Which is probably to your benefit – if they were lower, the Protectors would have posted more guards outside them. As it is, nobody’s getting in through them without making enough noise to draw attention. Or out, for that matter. Wait, hold on a moment. Drawing attention…