“An uncanny man? Tell more, what did he look like?”
Richard lets you monologue, finding it beneficial to simply listen and absorb the information and ask questions when needed. Not the most frustrating habit of his, but sometimes the silence gets a bit tedious.
“Games being a physician. When his mask was removed, the guard couldn’t tell whether they were a lad or lass”
'Scarface snorts.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but we have no contacts with priests given they are almost solely in Adiart, or Liches who don’t want us dead.”
“Actually, we don’t need holy men and deadly spirits, we have myself. I can do just that without a struggle.”
"They didn’t check it at the time, but the guy seemingly infiltrated a guard post earlier’
Richard frowns at that.
“I think we might need to pay this man a visit later. He could be a spy for the Green Kraken. He is in prison right now, I presume?”
“And I’m dead inside.”
“I don’t believe it if you can’t prove it, even with your tone reading as not blatantly lying.”
Lillian arrives at the mouth of a forest. A whisper can be heard in her head, beckoning her to come forward.
“With the right materials, I can do it. I’ve been researching to find what I need to make a reanimation invention that can bring our crew back, even Black Stache himself.”
Marian makes a loud chuckle that almost echoes through the room.
“Once you see Buk back, you’ll be seeing me in a different light!”
Lillian would go back, but she’s already spent too much effort in getting here and doesn’t know the next time she will be able to get back, with the patrol blocking her path. She got lucky with the illiterate guard, and she’s doubtful that it’ll happen twice. Probably after she renews her license. If she renews her license, that is. With half a sigh, she grabs her crossbow and ventures into the forest.
A face of whatthefuckiswiththisperson adorns ol Scarface.
“We are not hedging our bets on this. Being reasonable with plans that actually work will allow us to win this, not some stupid plan.”
