>>5881472>>5881476>>5881482>>5881494>>5881506>>5881551>>5881564>>5881575>Ask Bredbeddle what she wanted to do in your master’s room last night.>Look back into your room at your weirdo posters in more detail.You glance back to your room--are your weirdo posters so obvious? You’ve an impressive selection of memorabilia about your fair lady, from photographs of her in the capitol to made-to-order illustrations (many of them of the tasteful and savory variety, mind you!) Your master never enters your bedroom, so you seldom have to worry too much, but still.. if the gnome saw them right away, it's only a matter of time before word gets out to the rest of the chapel. You had better put your awesome memorabilia somewhere more discrete.
“I’m not a creep!” You insist as you shut the door behind you to hide the bikini-clad illustrations of your master. “I’m–normal! And what would you know about creepy? You acted all weird and flirty last night..! What did you even do in my lady’s bedroom, anyways..?”
“Uh? Is your head on right?” The gnome raises a brow. “What are you talking about? I didn’t go into your weird runt witch’s bedroom last night.”
“Wh–.. then, why did you ask where it was?” You frown.
“I didn’t even talk to you last night after you gave me the corndogs.” She scoffs. “I took them to my room and ate about thirteen.. or fourteen, then I got sick and threw up in a hat, and then I went to sleep. And acting <span class="mu-i">weird and flirty</span> with you? You're gonna make me throw up again. You must’ve eaten way too many corndogs.”
“U-uh.. What?” Your eyebrow twinges. “But–I did talk to you.”
>Interrogate Bredbeddle to see if she experienced or saw anything funny.>Try to use your brain here.>Go to see your lady. This isn’t something to consider now.>[Write-In.] 