>>5526417>>5526504>>5526520>>5526558>>5526569>>5526589>>5526722>>5526785>>5527056>>5527139>>5527145>>5527243>Travel the right path with your master.>Ask(?) Mossgal what is smelling or feeling.>Ask BREDBEDDLE to scout her path with a rat.You lean toward the right path with your master, but you suppose it best to give each a chance to explain their rationale.
“Molly? What are you, er–..smelling? Or maybe feeling?” You reach out to the mossperson.
Molly begins waving incessantly down her path, stamping her foot a few times, and performing some strange series of gestures with her hands–an attempt to convey some complex communique through her body, perhaps. You can’t say you hoped for much more, but she seems assured in her decision.
“And.. ah.. you, Bredbeddle.” You look to the gnome. “Do you think you could send a rat out to scout your path? Prove your words.”
“Uh–.. a rat..? ..Ok. Fine. Fine.” Bredbeddle fumbles. The gnome glances at one of her fink companions, and with a gentle poke of her boot, it sets off down the left tunnel. “Algernon’s a smart one! He’ll come back quick enough. Sure of it.”
The minutes tick by.
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“I am not wasting another second in this rank sewer waiting on a <span class="mu-i">rat.</span>” Your master snarls, having already given five to the pickpocket. “Every second we waste here lets that assassin creep closer. I’ll take the right route. I trust you’ll do the same, Snuff.”
“Ah–.. something’s not right. Algernon’s should’ve been back by now.. He hates the dark.” Bredbeddle rubs the back of her head, her face pale. “I.. think I’ll go left. I-I should go get him.”
>Travel the right path with your master.>Travel the left path with Bredbeddle.>Write-In. 