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elven woman, a little older than you, with very
bright, almost platinum hair that is pulled up
into a high ponytail that drifts past the
shoulders, seeming a very sheer negligee.
MARISHA: Uhh… Hi.
SAM: Looking up the spell?
LIAM: No, something else. You’re good. Go on, get
it on.
MARISHA: What’s your name?
MATT: “Vorsah.” She pushes you in the room and
closes the door.
MARISHA: Okay!
MATT: Cut to black.
SUMALEE: Nila was going to cover her ears.
LIAM: You’re probably nailing a 250-year-old!
MARISHA: Hot!
SAM: Oh, elven aging! Cougar!
MARISHA: Yeah, exactly!
MATT: (singing) Here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson. The
morning eventually comes, some of you more
hungover than others, but as you come to and
gather yourselves and wash for the coming day, you
hear the sounds of almost broken roosters outside.
They call: this horrible, terrible– It’s a harsh
north this side of Wildemount for these poor
birds.
LIAM: Welcome to Deadwood!
MATT: This is very much the Deadwood of the
continent. You can already hear the town coming
alive outside; the occasional shouts– you’re
unable to make out the words, but the morning has
definitely kicked in. You gather your things and
make your way down to the bottom floor where Champ
is not currently there. There’s somebody else–
looks to be a younger man, probably in his late
teens, early 20s. He appears to be half-elven,
with this curly mop of bright-red hair on the top
and a smile, and he’s currently going through a
ledger of some kind.
ASHLY: Do I recognize him?
MATT: You do not.
SAM: His name is Rex.
SUMALEE: Rick and Rex.
LIAM: Before going down with Nott and Caleb, I
would say when we get up: We need to talk for a
minute, okay?
SAM: Listen, you should just forgive Keg, she
doesn’t know that she was being insulting. She’s
rough around the edges– and she’s right, you
could do better than me. Look at this. This is a
mess. I mean, the teeth.
LIAM: I don’t care about Keg or any of that. I
want to talk about what you and I are doing.
SAM: All right.
LIAM: I was this close to running off from that
road when things turned on us. You and I, we are
going to survive together. That is the main
thing.
SAM: Why didn’t you run?
LIAM: The dwarf stepped up. (snaps) Changed my