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Madame Blackwood has recovered some of her lucidity, but beads of perspiration and panic remain mottled upon her brow. You sense a certain bitterness in her - perhaps the sense that you have manifested a power which she covets, having hoarded the lore of it, but lacked the gift to wield the rites themselves. The old hag mutters:
-We shall not speak of this. Nothing of note transpired here (glancing at the toppled shelves and ruined tatters of books from the first bout of your Trench Club blows).
Madame Blackwood continues,
>Still, you have shown some skill in your use of that... peculiar firearm. I know a Name, a man that owes me (the old hag cackles to herself contentedly at this). He... "owes" the Theosophical Society a great deal, ha. This man, he knows of firearms. He could help you, you need only mention my name and he will give you what you need. I will provide you his name... for a price. I am defenceless, that last ambush proved it so. The gun for the Name. Leave your gun with me, and you will soon get another...
>I... just saved your life, you ungrateful old hag! Whilst you were cowering beneath the broken shelves my arm was torn to shreds! You are the one that owes me...! Give me that name now!
>(Attempt intimidation) give me that Name, or else I will expose you as a fraud before this entire Institute, as well as your Theosophical Society afterwards!
>(Attempt even harsher intimidation / bluff) You vile old hag! I will call that Crow back from the Dead Land, and let it feast upon your avaricious soul!! (QM: you cannot actually do this unfortunately. Yet. But maybe it is not wise to tempt fate)
>I need healing more than I need a gun... (moan with agony)
>Something else...?
>Well, kill mode has begun. Shoot this old hag dead and loot her corpse (No roll required)
QM: as you examine your injury with a wince of pain, you think your current wound is manageable. The bleeding does not impair you at the moment, but may weaken you very slowly over time. It may also have other detrimental effects... as well as making you susceptible to Heavy Bleed (this condition will weaken you very rapidly). You think you have two avenues of treatment:
>You can hunt for some actual surgical supplies in the Institute Sanatorium West Wing. This is the most assured solution, except you just need to run through the bedlam of lunatics, hysterics and maniacs to get there
>You can hunt for a seamstress or tailor out on the street, break-in and find some needle and thread to stitch your wounds. Maybe the best manner to inaugurate your induction into the Constabulary is through committing crimes (QM: This leaves the Institute. You can always return later)
>Ignore the bleeding for the time being; some supplies are bound to turn up. Head towards... (where? Write-in)
>Something else
