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The idea of following this man, let alone <span class="mu-i">ANY</span> man who asks you to ‘play’ as he stares you down like a dog stares at a dripping steak fresh off the grill rubs you the wrong way, to say the least. That said, having an escort to your would-be rescuees is more than you could ask for right about now, especially when said escort appears to be someone the master of the house refuses to kill!
Sure, you nod as you staple a smile to your face, lead the way, dude! You’ll admit you get a bit concerned when your guide falls out of his seat, but concern turns to genuine horror when the older Durher stumbles back onto his shaky, stubby legs and addresses the room one last time!
“And how about <span class="mu-s">YOU</span> gutless <span class="mu-s">PRICKS</span>, hmmm?” He roars as he leans his teetering form against you for support, “You gonna come play or are ya’ gonna stay here an’ keep <span class="mu-i">GIGGLING</span> like a pack’a fuckin’ <span class="mu-i">LADIES!?</span>!?”
The deafening silence from the pack of fuckin’ ladies is all Rhaevus needs to hear… leaving one last mess for the staff to clean up by spitting on the floor, the Durher dad <span class="mu-i">PUNCHES</span> your hip hard enough to make it ache!
“More ladies for US, huh, ya fruity little Veeti? Stay close or I’ll kill ya…”
Heaven forbid… leaving your unwilling audience with a shrug and a ‘can you believe this guy’ expression, you indulge in a quick breath as you realize your cover appears to remain intact… for now!
“Feel… feel these tiles, you smug bastard…” The Durher snarls as he hobbles ahead of you through the hall with remarkable speed, “Molegg-cut, y’know… commissioned by my grandfather, that sly cunt…”
Oh yea, you nod as you pass a very confused four-man patrol, you can, uh… you can feel the quality through your boots!
“Damn right you can, wiseass…” Snarls the ex-Don as he shoves past another pair of patrollers, “Used to say this whole stretch of hallway shone like a road made of fucking GEMSTONES when we still had a godsdamned sun…” Pausing for a moment to dry heave in the corner, Rhaevus turns his attention back to you with the usual frown.
“... Go on, then…”
You blink. E-excuse me?
“Say it…”
S-say WHAT?
“Yea…” Rhaevus nods again as he bars your path, “That’s right…”
… is this guy <span class="mu-i">really</span> going to lead you to the girls? He’s worse than Tzah-Tzie after a few drinks… and nowhere near as snuggly! M-maybe you can use this to get some more info out of him?
What do?
>Ask what he means!
>Interrogate him about himself!
>Inquire about Tzah-Tzi-err, RUUSDI!
>Quiz him on the girls!
>Question him about ways out of the mansion!
>Query him about Rolo and Sixface!
>Catechize him about Vhale! Maybe you can use something!
>Encourage him to keep going–we’re almost there!
>Write-In!
