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"responsibility for what happened this evening on
myself. These people around me had nothing to do
"with this. They are not part of the carnival, they
were just merely helping. It is my carnival, and
"whatever judgement there lies, I take upon myself
and my head.” At which point Bo the half-orc steps
forward, against his chains and goes, “Gustav,
what are you doing?” He’s like, “Shut. Up. Please,
whatever judgement there is, put it upon me,” and
he bows his head low. “Is that the case? Is he the
"only one?” She takes a good, hard look at you and
Bo the Breaker.
TALIESIN: Oh, are you waiting for me to speak?
Yes, he’s the only one.
MATT: Make a persuasion check.
TALIESIN: Natural 20. About fucking time, you
little shit!
MATT: She gives you a look. Looks over at Bo the
Breaker. Shakes her head. “Keep these two
downstairs. This one let go. He seems to be free.
We’ll be talking to you very soon.” At which
point, the crownsguard drag the chains back and
Gustav gives you a quick look under his eye and
goes– as they’re pulled out of the room, out of
sight. She glances to you, “Well, you’re out of
chains! That’s great. Doesn’t mean you’re absolved
of the investigation. So, where are you staying?
You and your compatriots?”
LAURA: Well, technically we just all met,
technically.
MATT: “Well, technically, as far as I’m concerned,
you’re all together as part of this
investigation.”
LAURA: We’re a group you guys!
(laughter)
MATT: “So we’re going to have our investigators
come to wherever you’re staying, which–,” and she
looks down at some papers here, “– looks to be
the Nestled Nook?”
TRAVIS: That’s correct.
MATT: “All right. Don’t leave the city. We’ll be
in touch.”
LAURA: Great, I really like it here so that’s good
that we get to stay so long.
MATT: “Do you have something to say?”
TALIESIN: No. Just shocked to see someone die in
front of me not more than–
TRAVIS: I can assure you, we’re here to cause no
trouble. We will be as compliant as we possibly
can be.
MATT: “Good. Dismissed!” She claps the edge of the
table. The remaining crownsguard, who’s left there
to keep watch, escorts you out off the stockade,
escorts you onto the street.
LAURA: Her accent is really strong! It’s hard to
not match her accent!
(laughter)
TALIESIN: It’s the one accent that I really have
trouble with.
TRAVIS: Would you call it infectious?
TALIESIN: Bastard.
MATT: Sorry.