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“A golden fish has silver scales.” It’s weirdly close to a proverb you know well, but there’s no particular negative to scales, so you haven’t got a clue what it means. Is it a different sort of passcode, or what? All you can tell is that Brother Vernon didn’t say it. You look a little closer. “I don’t know what you’re suggesting,” Vernon says angrily. “It was a moment of carelessness, nothing more.” “Really,” says…

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“Does Nual have any particularly strong feelings about us?” you ask. He’s surely aware of you in some way, what with everything that’s been going on. “I don’t know. I feel Brume, not Nual – and Brume is a more primal force,” the captain replies. “He mainly points me towards contamination in the ocean. Tends to go pretty quiet when I’m on shore.” You weren’t expecting that. “I’ll be honest, I wasn’t aware there was…

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“I’ve received divine guidance from Qlat,” you reply. “Unless you think swarms of bugs forming letters that spell a coherent message is simply coincidence?” “And this message has to do with us?” the captain asks skeptically. “No, it wasn’t that specific. The only thing I know for sure is that there’s a plan to sabotage the festival. But I don’t know a lot of the details.” “However, your ship has a close connection with the…

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“To sum it up: there’s been a lot of suspicious characters running around in town tonight.” “I can see that,” the captain says, rather pointedly glancing at you, Long, and the various Guild workers all around. “Look, say what you will about us, we’re only out because we’re trying to figure out what’s going on. And I think part of it has to do with your ship – or, more specifically, members of your crew.”…

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Maybe you can lead the beast somewhere with the light. The ocean seems safe enough – muckbeasts are good at swimming. You look around, and see a route that doesn’t have any people in the way. That’s the safest approach, you think. You shift the lantern cover so the light is directed towards the waves. The beast follows it. Good. It jumps into the water and starts swimming around. Shouldn’t be a danger to anyone…

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“That ship of yours swaps out crew every year at festival time, right?” Long continues. “I was wondering how many novices you had on board.” “You mean, how many were on a first voyage?” the sister asks. “Well, I was thinkin’ more, how many of them haven’t done a festival before,” Long explains. “I imagine they’d have a lot less time for ceremonies if they’re packing for a year-long ship ride.” “We don’t let just…

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“Maybe we can catch you during the festival later and talk then,” you suggest. “Oh, I don’t know, I’ll be awfully busy,” Vernon says. “We’ve got a lot to do during the festival, after all.” “Yeah? Could be fun to tag along while you work, then. Surely not everything you’ll be doing is only for priests,” you reply. “Tell you what, when you’ve got a free moment, head over to the hospital and ask for…

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“I get where you’re coming from. I don’t like being asked questions either,” you reply. “But you just have to tough it out until the questioning’s over. As the saying goes, everything has an end. Except a sausage, which has two.” Now he’s looking befuddled. “Not sure I’ve heard that saying before,” he says. He’s asking for clarity, in other words. You aren’t quite sure how to answer him, but Long is quick to pop…

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“You’re supervising the cargo? Has it been checked yet, then?” “I can tell you that much,” says the senior priest. “Normally, someone at the harbor would contact the town guard so they could send a customs inspector. But, with no one here to greet us, nobody’s done that yet, which means the cargo’s just sitting in the hold right now.” Which means more time to get an illegal sausage in place, of course. Assuming you…

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“So did you happen to see the kidnappers?” The priest looks even more surprised. “I was on the ship. They were gone when we arrived,” he says. But he’s awfully nervous for someone with such a simple explanation at hand. “Sure. But the lookout ought to be watching the landing spot quite some time in advance,” Long replies. “And this eyepiece seems to have more range than they usually do. So I figured you might…

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