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MATT: “Yes, um, would you walk with me? I believe
we have much to discuss.”
MARISHA: Okay.
MATT: “Don’t worry. She’ll be returned to you.
Just–”
TRAVIS: You all right with this?
MARISHA: It’s cool. I’ve got it.
TALIESIN: We don’t care. We’re not that attached
yet.
LAURA: (laughs)
MATT: “All right then. This way please,
Beauregard.”
MARISHA: (sighs)
MATT: The elvish man gives a bow and he seems
jovial.
(laughter)
TALIESIN: More mine, more mine!
MATT: Beau leaves and you guys are able to go
about the rest of your evening to rest however you
see fit.
LIAM: Way up after Nott has gone, I go over to
Norda. Is Norda down there?
SAM: Yorda.
LIAM: No, there’s two people with rhyming names.
MARISHA: Yorda is the bartender.
MATT: Yorda is the bartender.
LIAM: This is revenge for Vex and Vax.
MATT: Yeah, and Purvon.
LIAM: I find the purveyor of the establishment.
MATT: Yorda.
LIAM: Mork from Ork, that’s what I said.
MATT: “Right, what can I help you with?”
LIAM: Excuse me, is there– I know you have a bath
here, but is there a hot bath place like a
bathhouse? I’m bruised over every inch of my body
and I’m in a lot of pain.
MATT: “Right, that’ll probably be in the
Hillsward. It’s a bit pricey, but I don’t know if
it’s open this late.”
LIAM: I know, but how much are we talking about?
MATT: “Oh, I’d put it maybe somewhere in the
neighborhood of five silver for a bath.”
LIAM: That’s expensive.
MATT: “But you get bathed like proper, multiple
people bathing you.”
LIAM: Northward, you say?
MATT: “No, Hillsward.”
LIAM: Okay, good.
MATT: “I mean, no offense to you. Their clientele
is a bit, upper class.”
LIAM: I’m not worried.
MATT: “Alright, fair enough.”
LIAM: Danke. And I head up there.
MATT: Okay. Beau, as you exit with Zeenoth. As
soon as you step into the night air, a second
figure flanks your other side. The hooded figure
from earlier that had caught you.