The shop is busy, four or five people Inside, gold scattered over the counter as Annebelle was having trouble keeping up. A:“Please, one at a time!”
The mercenary walks to her inn. Sure enough, the stuff was inside.
See, they want you dead.
“No… they… can’t…”
I’ll help you… kill…
“No! no killing…”
…
I won’t. Your wish is my command.
“Get me… out… back home…”
The girl stops running, and blankly stands in the middle of the road.
A:“Yeah, kinda… that’s, uhhh, 45- I mean, 35 coins! God, I should really label those…”
Grea silently caught the shirt of someone stealing one of the Tools. G:“You either put that back, or I’ll do it myself and break your nose for the trouble.” The thief nodded and put it back ,ashamed
R: The hell is going on out here?! I heard screaming! Reginald runs out of the forest to see a man in a jester-mask and Abigail running at and from each other. Abigail is standing still.
R:“Oh god dammit, just what I needed. Little help, maybe?” Jester-face is just about to touch Abi’s face when he looks at the reaper. He then disappears from sight… “Or not. What do you want from me?”
R:"…I know too much don’t I? Threaten your cult ways, do I?.. I KNOW IT’S YOU DAMMIT ANSWER ME!!!"
“Uhh…an extra pair of hand won’t hurt…o-oh, it’s you! Sorry, I didn’t notice right away…” She had to stop herself from calling Andrew “leader”, still busy doing two things at once
Abigail is blankly staring into the distance. She turns to face the reaper.
Her tired eyes and exhaustion is evident, and she falls to the ground, unconscious.
R"…I’m not ready to go. I have a child that needs protection from everyone. Here." He gives the reaper a stick.
A man wearing a strange outfit enters the shop. He’s wearing a jester mask, a bowler hat, and dark-brown peasant clothes and noble pants. The sight of him is very unnerving.
The reaper isn;t interested in you but they get up and walk to the unconscious abigail
TICK TOCK…TICK TOCK
The purple haired lady looks at Grea intently.
“Have I seen you from somewhere before?” She wonders.
She then looks at the horns and wings, and decide she got the wrong person.
“Oops, pardon me… thought you looked familiar.”
A: It’s fine.
He starts to help Annebelle behind the counter
A (telepathically): Can you remember everything fine?