>>5536880>>5536881>>5536884>>5536886>>5536896>>5536979>>5536997“Well.. very well. I wouldn’t much like to leave someone to die or worse, be they thief or otherwise.” You sigh, a hand on your chin. “Though, only if you swear to not steal from us and to make yourself useful! And the final decision will lie with my lady–I can vouch for you, but it’s up to you to make your case with her.”
Your words cause your half-pint teacup–as if on cue–to shake in your hands, a fresh plume of white smoke from the top like steam off of hot tea. You feel a strange MAGICAL SCINTILLATION flow from the cup and into your hands as it floats up into the air–and with a <span class="mu-i">pop</span> of smoke, your MASTER reappears! You just manage to catch the GREAT WITCH in your arms.
“Gah! Snuff, that assassin–..!” Sigrid begins with a start before blinking, time all at once catching up to her. The halfling takes a moment to reacquaint herself first with the sky, then the grass, then the party, and then your arms (which makes her furrow her brow). She plucks herself from your grip with a hop. “We were.. successful, then?”
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“Hmph. I see.” Your master grimaces. “Well.. good. If that foul assassin lies stuck at the bottom of some toxic cesspool, then I doubt we’ve much to worry about. The arms of that family aren’t wont to remember a handful of witnesses that keep their mouths shut. I doubt I can show my face in ANS GRAAD for a long time, though. Did you find a sign of his intent?”
“Oh! Well.. I believe he thought to turn us into household objects, my lady–I was almost made a cane, and you were a teacup. I suppose we were meant to be used as pawns for the police to arrest, and when we escaped, he thought to tie us up as loose ends.” You rifle about in your cloak. “I did find this sheaf of parchment, though–..orders from the GNOMES!’
“Hm.. let me see that.” Your witch master snatches the sheet from your hands and begins to read. “Uh huh.. Yes, yes.. well… yes. I suppose the gnome conspiracy thought it fit to stick their fingers into this affair. Feh! I guess that crazy old loudmouth was right. Whatever. What a fat lot of good those gnomes do for us.. and speaking of gnomes.”
Sigrid turns her attention to the gnome pickpocket and her rat with a raise of her brow. “Why is <span class="mu-i">this</span> one still with us? I’m sure I need not remind you of the precarity of my <span class="mu-i">situation</span>, Snuff?”
“U-uh–a-ah..” Bredbeddle sweats.
>Bredbeddle can offer housemaid services! The cleaning will surely go by faster with extra hands on board, and you’ll need extra hands to account for Molly.>Let the halfling speak her case herself (if she even can).>Point out that even if Bredbeddle messed up near the end, she led you through most of the sewer correctly. Surely that’s worth a measure of gratitude?>Try to properly introduce Bredbeddle to Sigrid properly. Bredbeddle doesn’t even seem to know her name.>Write-In. 