text
stringlengths
0
90
MATT: As you guys are having this discussion, the
two guards that had come in earlier come through
the main door earlier than the three hours you had
anticipated with another guard in tow. As they
rush in they glance around the room and see you
and make a beeline to your table in a very huffed
bit of energy. They say, “You are absolved of
meeting this afternoon. We’ll pick this up
"tomorrow.”
LAURA: What’s going on?
TALIESIN: Wait, what?
MATT: “There have been a series of murders within
the Crownsguard that we are investigating as well.
"This will be part of the investigation tomorrow,
you are not to leave this inn.”
LAURA: But we could help. Obviously, we had nothing to
do with it if people are hurt outside and we were
here the whole time.
MARISHA: How are we absolved yet we still have to
be locked in this inn?
MATT: “You are absolved of it today. We’re still
going to come by tomorrow and have you questioned.
"We’ve arrested Ornna and we have members of the
carnival that have fled that we’re currently
"seeking at the moment.”
MARISHA: You should pick better words next time
that are slightly more clear.
MATT: “We’ll return tomorrow.” They leave in a
frustrated huff.
TRAVIS: Well, our day just got freed up.
SAM: But they still said we couldn’t leave.
TALIESIN: You could read that other book, at the
very least.
LIAM: I could. I could also– here’s the thing
about my cat. He’s a cat, definitely a cat, but is
also a fey creature. If I have an hour, he doesn’t
have to be a cat. He can temporarily be a bird.
LAURA: How much did you say it costs, though?
LIAM: Well, I have a lot of charcoal now, and you
said you have incense on you?
TALIESIN: I go into my bag and I’ve got some old,
weird– I’ve got a weird little–
MATT: You’ve got about eight silvers worth of
incense, and that’s a lot.
TALIESIN: It’s in a very strange, ornate bag
that’s covered in strange gems and weird filigree.
SAM: Does Molly always smell of patchouli?
TALIESIN: Sandalwood. It’s nag champa all over.
MATT: It’s masking the faint scent of horse dung.
SAM: What else do you need?
LIAM: Let it all out. Go for it. Don’t hold back.
TRAVIS: Are you sure you want to do this, with
your cat?
LIAM: Yes. I prefer him as a cat, to be honest,
but in a pinch.
TRAVIS: Anything else besides a bird? I mean, any
kind of creature?
LIAM: Well, not any kind of creature, but I’ve made
him an octopus once. There was this one time when
Nott was very high up in a burning building and we
had no way to get her down.
SAM: I jumped on to the octopus and it served as