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Rolled 1 (1d6)
"Are you registered with any Adventurer's Guild?"
"<span class="mu-r">Fort abart it. Figgered if I'z go roaming by muhself I'z get a biggyer cut. Anyway, yez smelled me: no wun'd party up wivva stinker like me anyway. I'z payyen da Geeld feez fur nuffin.</span>"
"What about the Magic Item you are wearing? Did you get it in a Dungeon too?"
"<span class="mu-r">Narr. Got dis frumma liddle-gurl-wich. Wun Eeeevil muvva, all sortza puwwuz. She putzit on me, narr I'z carnt taek it orf. I'z gotten haunted too: durrza liddle-gurl ghost hanging on me back since and before since, but fuggedabouddit, lal too. Ghostbich tries to kill me in muh sleep ever week. I gatza make offerens n keep me cutties under me pillow, or I'z dedd.</span>"
The seated interrogator glances at the standing one, who says nothing.
"This little girl witch. Gotta name?"
"<span class="mu-r">She gotts Lott's. Diffrent everwhurr. I'z carnt member em all.</span>"
"What can you remember?"
"<span class="mu-r">careful here. Dedd Queen, Redd Goddess, Wyyrd Muvva, Maggoth Eetah, Superrest, Gool Slittah... all kindsy fings. I'z finks she juzt makez shidd up, meself, Bart I ain't arsken.</span>"
"What race or species?"
"<span class="mu-r">She <span class="mu-i">lukks</span> Humarn, but ain't. Might be frum... summere els.</span>"
"Do you know where she is?"
"<span class="mu-r">Narr. Been tryn ter get away frum her since I'z met her. I'z juzt busted free too, couple weeks before now.</span>"
"So you worked for her?"
"<span class="mu-r">Had ter. She'd kill me els.</span>"
"What kind of work?"
"<span class="mu-r">Mostly stealen. Zappy stuffs. Strange stuffs. And fressh dedder.</span>"
"Mostly. Kill anybody?"
"<span class="mu-r">Sometarms. Buggz, Oogerz, Gobbos, Uorcs; fingz lark me, mosty nart countn Fighty Whities; dunjjonny fingz. Da wich killz who she wants on her own I give the bodies barely cold; dat counts roit?. Likez em fressh. Sez va bluddz garta be fressh.</span>"
"She... drinks blood?"
"<span class="mu-r">Mebbe. I durnt see what she doez, if I can. I durnt fink I'z evah see her narm reel fuddz.</span>"
"Do you know where she is?"
"<span class="mu-r">Narr. I took orf frum her when the Buggos and Rheas started foitn for realsies. Nart goin back tharr. Gart bigger shiddz to stirr, lal"
"What about the black bead chain?"
"Gart it same place as the Voor-pall noiff, az yer call it."
"It seems to be made in the same fashion as the cursed necklace you're wearing."
"Ah. Wuppz. I'z found it inna dunjjon; da Wich fixed it inter sumn I can use."
"Interesting way of fighting. Where did you learn it?"
"On me own. Figgered it out as I go. Lotsy practice. Comes in handy, foitn da gurl-ghost. If yez wuz gettn haunted in yer dreemz alla time yez gett gudd too."
They finish the grilling, repeat a few questions to see if your story changes any, but you don't slip.
They keep you half a day moar then release you with all your things.</span>
