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LAURA: They do.
MATT: As your vision crests up with the flight of
Frumpkin, make a perception check for Frumpkin.
LIAM: Don’t fuck me, Scanlan. Oh, that’s not
Scanlan, that’s Percy, but you did fuck me, Percy.
TALIESIN: I try.
LIAM: That is very low. We’ll just say it fails,
because it’s a two.
MATT: It’s a two?
LIAM: Yeah, I rolled a two.
MATT: Okay. I mean, at a safe enough distance to
look down, there are shapes. The most that
Frumpkin makes out is that it looks to be six
heavy wagons.
MARISHA and LAURA: Six?
MATT: Six heavy wagons, each being pulled by a
trio of horses.
SAM: We can rob them.
LIAM: 18 horses.
TRAVIS: We should what?
SAM: Well, we could rob them, or we could go off
the road and hide and wait for them to pass.
LAURA: Is Frumpkin back? Do we know all these
things yet?
SAM: Oh, we don’t.
MATT: We’ll say for the purposes of this–
SAM: Pleasant day!
LIAM: I started muttering as soon as I could see
that. What they were, what I saw.
LAURA: Do they look like they’re in armor? Do they
look like they’re soldiers?
SAM: He can’t hear you.
LAURA: Do they look like they’re mean?
TALIESIN: Do they look like they’re unicorns?
MARISHA: Do they look like they’re traders? Like
traders, not traitors.
SAM: He can’t hear you.
LAURA: Do you see, are they carrying money? Are
they carrying people?
SAM: He won’t be able to talk to you for a while.
You see, he’s not really there.
MATT: Coming closer down the road now, the gap
between your traveling troupe and this caravan
grows smaller and smaller. All the rest of you,
I’d like to make a perception check, please. I
think at this point, Frumpkin has–
LIAM: I would’ve released it, yeah. He’s not back,
but I released the sight.
TRAVIS: 17.
LIAM: Perception check?
SAM: Nine!
TALIESIN: 20.
MARISHA: 17.
LAURA: Five!
LIAM: Zwölf.
MATT: Amongst all of you guys keeping an eye out,
you look ahead and you can see the wagons are
covered, some of them are bundled; some of them
are taller; some of them are smaller. What you do