>>5522973>>5522996>>5522997>>5523001>>5523110>>5523138>>5523500>we might need your services right now,.>"Miss Bredbeddle, can you show us the fastest way to leave the city?">"Ah, and Bredbeddle? If we find out the Thousand Cut Family has our information, we will find you."“Well actually, Miss Bredbeddle, we may be in need of your services right at this very moment.” You snap your fingers. “You specialize in information, right? So you would know the most direct route out of the city?”
“Well, anyone with half a brain knows the best way of the city is through the sewers. If you don’t mind wading through a little sewer water–or swimming, for some of us.” The gnome looks to the halfling with a smirk. “I can’t stomach those streets above for long–too hot, too loud, too many vendors smoking rats on skewers, you know?”
“Then we can overlook a little thievery if you lead us out of this hole.” Your master cuts in with a glare. “I trust you’ll cooperate?”
“Woah, woah, woah, woah. My services are premium. I’m not just some fink wizard you can squeeze for a free job.” Bredbeddle puts her hands up. “If you want me to lead you out of this city, it’ll cost you for my time and for my troubles. And with fees on top of that for harassment, so..”
“We’re paying you by not turning your brains into mush.” Sigrid gnarls. “And if we find out you went to the Thousand Cut Family about us, we’re coming back for reimbursement.”
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“Does this black market never end..?” You release a sigh of exasperation, the ne'er do-wells and stalls still rife all about you. You’d like a quiet moment to speak with the gnome, but it seems to stretch beyond the limits of the tunnels. “I can’t help but feel like there’s eyes on us at all times..”
“Probably because there are. Your big lady’s head is scraping against the ceiling there.” Bredbeddle scoffs. “And this black market’s a city in of itself. Don’t expect a break.”
“..Lady Sigrid. Do you think we can really trust this gnome to lead us out of here..?” You lower your voice as you lean into the witch. “Maybe she plans to lead us in circles, so that her criminal associates or gnomish spy ring can jump us to tie up any loose ends with Mister Cornwall..”
“Cornwall?” Bredbeddle cuts in, her gnomish ears too strong for your meager whispers to defend against. “You actually know him? That’s funny. THOUSAND CUTS FAMILY was just askin’ for some info about him.”
>What do you do? 