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sweet. Thanks Wyrmwood. Elvis from Memphis.
MATT: (Elvis impression) “Oh that was a natural
20.” We’ll see you guys in a little bit.
(cheering)
[break]
MATT: Hello, everyone, and welcome back. Before we
jump back in, we have our winner from the chat.
The winner is Piamo_Feddie! If I am reading this
correctly, Piamo_Feddie. Congratulations! Danoba
will get your contact information, we’ll get that
sent out to you. Well done, and happy Valentine’s
Day. Now jumping back into the game, I would like
to ask everyone but Marisha to leave the table,
please.
MARISHA: See you, guys.
TRAVIS: Don’t die!
MARISHA: This is so scary! So nerve wracking.
MATT: Beauregard.
MARISHA: Mm-hmm.
MATT: Quietly, they walk you through the night
air, through the Northward, to a familiar place:
the outskirts of the Baumbauch Family Brewery.
There’s a slight opening on the side warehouse
doors where you had previously worked when you
first arrived at Trostenwald, and Archivist
Zeenoth gestures for you to enter. “Please. If you
don’t mind, my dear.”
MARISHA: Really? Is this what got me caught,
working for these fucking assholes? Ugh. I walk in.
MATT: There is a single glowing lantern that is
currently hanging from a rope that is strewn
across the ceiling of the warehouse that gives a
central source of light to the room. It causes the
shadows to stretch out very long across the
sides.
MARISHA: What is this?
MATT: As you walk in and turn around, the door is
closed. The two figures approach. The female elf
goes and takes a chair and sets it in the center
beneath the lantern. “Please, have a seat.”
MARISHA: I’d prefer to stand.
MATT: She just sits back, about 20 or so feet, and
leans against one of the large stacks of crates as
Zeenoth approaches you. “Now, Beauregard. You have
been what the Archive would call a problematic
student.”
MARISHA: (laughter)
MATT: “I’ve had to pull in quite a bit of a
favor–”
MARISHA: Sorry. (laughter) Keep going. I’m
listening.
MATT: “Since I have been assigned to your
tutelage, overseeing your progress and training,
you’ve shown great promise, in many ways. You’re a
seeker of truth, and you have a keen sense for
manipulations and falsehoods. Correct?”
MARISHA: Thanks?
MATT: “When the Archive took you in at the behest
of your family, you agreed to undergo our
discipline. Our lifestyle.”
MARISHA: No, I didn’t agree to shit. You took me
in because I’m assuming my father paid you a