Under his breath, you hear a guard mention
- That cart door is coming loose again, with all the jostlings and ferocious vegetable peltings! A stray turnip-piece hit me in the eye! Someone secure that cage door!
Another guard curses:
- By Lunfardo's pungent groin-crevice... I wish the Maiden Knight's armoured corslet loosened instead...
Other guards mutter:
- You know, they say the Blearie Queene haunts the Old Forest Of Idols ahead. But I think she might be some sort of outlaw or brigand, trying to use a monstrous legend to cover her hideout...
- Have you heard the recent tale though? There is some sort of headless deer stalking the wild woods! It hunts people!
- Hmmm, is that a cart? I wonder what you call a wheel-ly, roll-ly, cage-y, wooden-y, prison-y, execution-y type of thing...?
Almost involuntarily, Dallywhimper murmurs:
- Wain. (then quivers, shaking...) W-wait - did you say... ex-execution? The... sen-sentence w-was exile! W-why ex-execution...?
The Lansquenet turns and commands:
- Silence, Traitor! (riding back, reprimanding lack of discipline) You there... what was your name again, guard? Did you just dare to insult the Maiden Knight's honour? If so, I will see you onto the other side of that cage door!
>(...?)>(Expend all Song - this is a spell) You know the Cursing Guard's Name. Write-in who you think it is. QM: you can discuss it if you know it, but greentext the guard's Name to call upon the Song. It might have a special effect... but will leave you Songless afterwards
>Call upon the Wild now. Maybe use some magic to really loosen that door. It might unhorse a guard.>Not yet... wait until you enter the wild woods, The Old Forest Of Idols... (do nothing, continue listening to the conversation)>Something else...? (write-in another minor magic intervention etc)>>5271657(You shake the now Twice-Spurned Totem at the Maiden Knight. It has no effect. For now?)
