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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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You’ve never known a Guild flunky who wasn’t hard up for cash. Most of them wouldn’t sell out the Guild, because it was all they had – but they wouldn’t pass up free money. Even if picking it up meant not looking the way the Guild wants them to look. Who’d ever find out? So you toss a small purse with a dozen or so coins in it up to the roof. The woman stops…

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A pair of horses are trotting through the streets. Neither of them has a rider, but given all the muckbeasts you’ve seen tonight, two unaccompanied horses aren’t that strange. But they’re not wild horses either. Wild horses don’t have saddles, let alone ones with saddlebags loaded up as heavily as these two. You strongly suspect whatever’s in there is the reason why they’re running off, though it doesn’t explain why they’re unaccompanied. They don’t seem…

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It looks like some sort of crab, but it’s far too big to be a coalcrab, even if you leave aside the fact that it’s the wrong color and shape to boot. Doesn’t look like any kind you’ve ever seen near the seashore, either. You don’t have much time to examine it, though, because you figure the best time to set things in motion is while they’re struggling to reach the statue’s head. You toss…

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There’s singing, and it sounds like it’s coming from the statue. It doesn’t sound much like Drip’s voice, but maybe he sounds different when he’s singing. Or maybe he found another lizard that specializes in song. But what really makes it impossible to miss is the light. There’s a glow around the statue that keeps changing colors. You really don’t know how he pulled that trick off. Could be useful to learn if you ever…

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On your side of the square, there are a couple of other side streets, but according to Drip, they’re being watched by other groups. Which means releasing the lizards into them might get those patrols’ attention instead. So, not your best option. You take a look around to figure out where else you can go. There’s a statue in the center of the square. It hasn’t been well-cared for over the years – you can’t…

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It looks like some sort of root. Why would he be going for that? You doubt he’s just hungry. Even weirder, there’s specks of dirt on the root and they’re blue. Since when is dirt blue? This is pretty strange. You stuff it in your pouch. Stones must know something about this if he was trying to grab it, which means it probably relates to some branch or other of the Guild. But you don’t…

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Drip is about halfway through getting up, so maybe you can signal him while helping him through the other half. You grab his arm and start pulling. Then you opt for a little bluff. “Damn it, Mantis! You need to watch your weight, I nearly pulled out my back lifting you!” Using the wrong name should hopefully clue him in to your bluff. “And I have sprained my ankle,” he replies in return. You think…

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