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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 |
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