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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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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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