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TALIESIN: That’s okay. Laura will text if she has |
a problem with that. |
MARISHA: Fjord can foot half, since he’s |
sympathetic. |
TALIESIN: Fjord will pay half! So 75 gold each. |
MATT: That’s true. |
MARISHA; Fjord says, “You know what? To keep them |
out of that orphanage?” |
LIAM: Your gold, Laura, or your maternal bond. You |
choose! |
TALIESIN: Seven. Okay. So that’s all right. Bump |
bump. Oh, and look at that! It’s all done! Look at |
that, it’s all done. That all happened! |
MATT: Look at that. It’s beautiful. |
MARISHA: He’s like, “No money was spent!” |
TALIESIN: It’s as if it never was! |
ASHLEY: What a bunch of assholes. |
TALIESIN: That’s what you get for getting knocked |
up, man. Right there. Sorry. |
(laughter) |
MATT: At this point, he– |
MARISHA: Kids are expensive! |
TALIESIN: Kids are a deep financial drain, man! |
MATT: It’s true! |
LIAM: Man, don’t I know it. |
MATT: He accepts the coin, shouts out to– he |
says, “Micahl!” And this female halfling comes |
rushing in. He says, “I would like for you to |
write a writ for me of success in clearing the |
"lower regions of the prison under the watchful eye |
of the Wardenhelm Poppin Drokrusher. I thank you. |
"And also, could we please have sent up immediately |
a,” he leans forward, “Gilda and Wallace Schuster. |
"They are on the second level in cell 12B. They |
have had their bail paid.” The halfling rushes |
off, some of the guards leave with her, and about |
20 or so minutes later you hear the footsteps |
return and there you see this couple. They pull |
forward, dirty, sallow, not very well-fed, but |
alive, and they both look bewildered. The man, |
who’s got a thick graying brown scruff and the |
hair a bit shaken from his form, he glances up at |
the rest of you. “I don’t understand what’s happening.” |
SAM: It’s all right. |
TALIESIN: We never understand what’s happening, |
either. |
MARISHA: Gilda? Wallace? |
MATT: The woman looks over. She has this long, |
curled, and tangled brownish-red hair. She goes, |
“Is this true? We’re free?” |
MARISHA: Why don’t we get outside and then we’ll |
talk? |
SAM: Let’s have a meat pie. |
(laughter) |
MATT: With that, you guide the now |
no-longer-prisoners outside of the Gearhold |
Prison, and as the small door opens to lead them |
out into the late afternoon air, the sunlight hits |
them. And you see them blink and wince, and then |
look up and smile, as this is probably the first |
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