>>5515382>>5515413>>5515432>>5515434>>5515437>>5515460>>5515470>>5515472>Grab the decanter and head outside>"Lady Sigrid, it appears the craftsman has exploded like a poorly made blood sausage. I fear that his theory of the killer gnomes had an inkling of truth. We should leave...">"Forgive me if this is a foolish question, but is there any way to revive him?“Ah–ehh–ueeh–..” You take a deep breath, shut your eyes, and grasp for the glass. Your fingers <span class="mu-i">squelch</span> as you pluck the bottle from its nest of meat. You cradle the now red vial in your arms as you make from the back of the shop and near trip over yourself as you do.
“LadySigriditappearsthecraftsmanhasexplodedlikeapoorlymadebloodsausage.” You rattle off to the witch at the front, your face hot with sweat and the bottle neat in your arms. “Ifearthathistheoryofthekillergnomeshadaninklingoftruth. We should leave–.. ah, a bucket–..”
You take a deep breath, plumb your throat, and expel an acrid green bile of peapods and chicken kiev into the craftsman’s bucket. You continue to retch for a long moment until–much to your surprise–you feel a hand on your back as your master pats you–a bit too roughly, actually.
“U-uh.. there, there, Snuff.” Sigrid attempts to ease your discomfort, a clumsy attempt to seem maternal, perhaps. “Now, repeat yourself, slowly.”
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“Hmmm..” Your master ruminates, a hand on her chin. “I suppose it comes as no surprise to me that the old man was slain–he was wont to make enemies, and wizards are seldom enemies for long. But to die with us here.. he was a pain to the end.”
“Could it be that his gnome theory had merit, then..?” You hum to yourself as you dump the chicken-kiev-peapod-bile bucket out the window.
“A murder of this caliber does not suit the gnome’s modus operandi. They prefer poison. No–this seems more a wizard assassin’s work.” Your fair lady mutters. “We ought to leave sooner rather than later.. won’t be long before the wizard police arrive..”
“Ah–..well.. forgive me if this is a foolish question, my lady, but might you have the power to revive him, or..?” You posit for her.
The lady gives you a strange look. “You know well enough it’s impossible to revive someone–not in any meaningful way.” Sigrid grimaces. “Though.. even given the messiness of his death, it may be possible to channel his ghost with such a fresh corpse..”
>What do you do? 