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MATT: Make a deception check.
LAURA: That was cocked, unfortunately. That was a
good one. Oh, well. 16?
MATT: 16? His face goes white and he goes, “Kill
the thing!” And rushes forward, blade held above.
ASHLEY: I take out my greatsword.
SAM: What, you’re going to kill a guard?
ASHLEY: Stop, stop.
MATT: He holds back. He turns to you and sees you
standing a full four inches taller than him with a
much larger blade, with one hand, and he goes,
“Look, if she’s going to become one of these
"things, we have to stop her now.”
LAURA: Yasha will totally kill me. Don’t worry,
you can leave.
MARISHA: Jester. Jokes are great until they get
you killed, man. She’s joking.
LAURA: (weak laughter)
SAM: Poor guard.
MATT: Immediately rubs his eyes. You can see him,
now that he’s closer to you, you can see he’s
sweating, he’s scared, he’s generally trying the
best he can to use whatever training he’s received
to deal with a scenario he was not trained for.
MARISHA: This is the King’s Guard guy?
MATT: One of the Crown’s Guard. The Crown’s Guard
are all generally hired and trained militia that
are sent amongst all the cities to keep the
peace.
MARISHA: What’s your name, man?
TALIESIN: Wow, he’s really shook up.
SAM: Jamieson.
MATT: “Flynn.”
MARISHA: Flynn. How long you been doing this, you
said ten years?
MATT: “Ten years two months ago.”
MARISHA: Oh. Happy ten year-i-versary. Yeah,
congrats. Did you get a nice watch or like a
commemorative tankard?
TRAVIS: They don’t have watches yet.
MARISHA: Shit. Did you get a commemorative
tankard? Forget the watch part.
MATT: “No. Don’t move.”
MARISHA: I’m not moving, man. Hey. Hey, Flynn.
Hey, man. How about first we put the swords down,
because we helped? Yeah.
SAM: Are any of us high charisma? 'Cause it don’t
seem like it.
MATT: At this point, the flaps at the front of the
tent, the entranceway, fold in and you watch as
one, two, three, four, six, ten Crown’s Guard
begin filtering into the chamber. You watch as one
man, the one who has his helmet off and under his
shoulder, he’s maybe in his early 40s or so, short
brown hair with patches of grey. Somewhat
jaundiced skin. Molly, you’ve encountered this man
once before when you entered the city. He
approaches Gustav right now with a commanding
voice. “I had a gut feeling that you were nothing
but trouble when you came into our town.” Gustav