>>5407258>>5407294>>5407317>>5408188>>5408210>Remain en route for the glass.>Suggest to our lady that perhaps we should ferry a message to her glassblower first, make sure everything is in order, etc, to avoid any unpleasant complications, cramped schedules etc etc.“The glass, then.” You nod, eager to lay your eyes on your first wizard city. “In that case, shall I prepare a messenger chicken to contact MISTER CORNWALL about your order? Or, perhaps magic scrying–..”
“No. The old fool’s not easy to get a hold of, with or without magic–likes to shut himself up in his little shop all day to keep out the “latent magical radiation” and “royal gnome spies.” She snorts with derision. “The best bottle craftsman on the continent and he’s half-mad. The cost of genius, I suppose. Like the gnome spies would care about a nutty old glassblower..”
“The gnome spies? You echo.
“Irrelevant.” Sigrid waves you off with the flick of her hand. “You’ve got chores to attend to, don’t you? The boar’s to be carved and cooked, my bath run, and that wild woman you’ve let in to destroy my chapel needs to be cleaned up after..”
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You wake with a start in your quarters to a bang, a minute or too short of your usual rouse. Your body still runs hot and full with boar and drink, the night from before hard on both your hands and your stomach. You manage to ease yourself up from off your bed to another bang, another few shouts from outside. The chickens in your room swarm up about your feet as you open the door.
“There you are! Your stupid moss person isn’t leaving.” Sigrid snarls suddenly at you, snapping you up by the collar from your room. “And she’s getting her stink all over the place. AND she’s still naked.”
The mossperson stands at one end of the hall, eyeing your lot with suspicion and lightly panting for breath. The chapel’s handyman, VAN DEN BOS, stands across from her–a few fresh scars dapple his arms, presumably prior attempts to drag the woman out. A real showing of strength from the both of them.
“You brought her in. You take care of her.” The witch jabs a finger into your chest. “And if you can’t drag her out, at least stuff some clothes on her before we get in trouble.”
>Try to reason with her using your words.>Attempt to engage in hand-to-hand combat to earn her respect.>Attempt to use magic to ease her.>Write-In. 