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book shopping with me?
SAM: Sure!
LIAM: Okay. I believe that gentleman said that the
Burnished Bibliots was in the Northward, correct?
MATT: I believe you are correct. Yeah, it’s in the
southern portion of the Northward by where it
borders the Lochward.
LIAM: Okay, so I’ll start asking questions to get
us there.
MATT: Easily enough. You eventually are led to it,
and you come to a closet that’s affixed to another
building. The wood used are almost driftwood and
heavily weathered, and the front door is closed as
you approach. It looks like a glorified storage
shed that has been bolted and put up against
another structure.
LIAM: All right, well I will walk up to the door
and knock on it.
MATT: Okay. (knocks) No response.
LIAM: Is there any breaks in the door or the
building or cracks that Frumpkin could fit into?
MATT: Visual glance, there look like there’s that
space underneath the door.
Probably not enough for a cat to slip through.
LIAM: Are there any windows or anything or is it
all a big, dirty, dingy mess?
MATT: There are windows, but if you look at the
back of the windows all you see is scraps of
material, stacks of books, piles of boxes and
crates, it’s literally blocked out with things
stacked up against it from the interior.
LIAM: How busy is the front of this place?
MATT: Not busy at all, it’s just the two of you,
right now, standing at the front door.
LIAM: No one’s around us, though?
MATT: It’s not on the main street, it’s a little
pushed back, recessed about ten or 15 feet from
the main road so there’s no one immediately around
you. But there are people walking back and forth
on the road behind but you’re out in the open, per
se.
SAM: And no one’s coming to the door?
MATT: No one’s come to the door yet, no.
SAM: Want me to break in?
LIAM: Yes. No.
[knocking]
MATT: Okay. A moment passes and you hear, “Hold
on!” The door opens. It was open. There’s the
sound of heavy sacks go tumbling down to the
interior of it and you glance around and you hear
a voice go, “Can I help you?”
LIAM: Hello?
MATT: You look down, and there’s this
crotchety-looking scrawny old gnome who’s sitting
there in the doorway. He’s got this vibrant puff,
like a cotton ball, of hair around his head. But
it’s this perfect “U” of bald on top. No glasses,
eyes are very small and beady, and he has this
bulbous, round nose at the front with this little
bit of a tuft of chin white hair that matches the
cotton ball tuft on the sides. He’s sitting there
clutching the top of the knob on the inside which