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He’s holding his hat in his grip, and he scans the
room with an eager glance before his face
brightens, and he begins to push his way across
the room, in your direction, it looks like. He
scoots over towards your table, and as you’re
about to turn and see what he’s about–
LIAM: I’m putting my hand on my purse.
MATT: –he pivots to the table next to you
instead. He turns to you three.
(yelps)
LAURA: We’ve just been sitting here this whole
time!
MATT: Yeah. You’ve met this man the day before,
Rinaldo, the fisherman, who you had aided. And as
he approaches, he goes, “Might I sit, please?”
LAURA: Of course, take a seat.
SAM: What’s that?
MATT: As he sits down in his chair, I would ask
each of you to please describe yourselves,
starting with you, Laura.
LAURA: (Slavic accent) Oh, well, okay. I’m just, you
know, a little blue tiefling, that’s all, with blue hair.
And I’m wearing a pretty cute dress, that’s all.
And I’m having a good time, you know? We’re just
having a good time here at breakfast.
MATT: All right. And you?
MARISHA: Uh, yeah. Yeah. I’m, you know,
simple girl, simple needs. Just wearing nice, baggy
clothes, some monk vestiges. They’re in nice blues
and greys. You notice I have a blue sash around my
belt. Got a nice shave going on, little undercut.
Looks like maybe I put on makeup two days ago, and
I’m like, yeah, it’s still holding up. It’s fine.
I can work with that.
SAM: What’s your name?
MATT: We’ll get to that. Thank you. And Travis, if
you’d like to describe yourself, please?
TRAVIS: (Texan drawl) Yeah, I’m here too.
(laughter)
TRAVIS: I’m a half-orc, sitting here in beat-up
leathers. Have a big scar across my face.
SAM: (sings 'Bad to the Bone’)
(laughter)
TRAVIS: Green skin tone, and got some piecemeal
armor put together and stuff. My name’s Fjord.
LAURA: You’re very handsome. I just need to tell
you.
TRAVIS: Thank you. Appreciate that.
MATT: As Rinaldo sits down, clutching his hat
still in his hands, says, “I thank you for your
“time. Fjord. And, I apologize, I forget your
names.”
MARISHA: Beauregard.
MATT: “Beauregard. And?”
LAURA: Jester.
MATT: “Jester, thank you. You all came when no one
else would yesterday, and because of you my
"daughter is still alive.”
MARISHA: Oh yeah. Sorry for being a pessimistic
asshole, by the way, when we first came into town.
MATT: “Oh, that’s okay.”