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It’s <span class="mu-i">SIMPLE</span>, you reply, eyes gleaming with confidence as you twirl a bell on your finger, he’s-whoops
“Don’t let it roll into a crack.” Murmurs TT helpfully. Yea, <span class="mu-i">thanks</span>!
Like you were…nrf.. saying, you say as you hop back to your feet with the bell in hand, he’s gonna play a little game: <span class="mu-b">FIND THE BELL!</span>
“‘S right there.” Drones the Innkeeper as you feet a claw beefier than you poke the bell! Not <span class="mu-i">YET</span>, you groan, you’ve gotta move it around a little first! Hasn’t he ever played this before?
“Just now,” He grunts with the faintest hint of a smile in his tone, “An’ I <span class="mu-i">won</span>.”
Just… just WAIT a sec, okay?! You’re gonna fling the bell around first… then he has to choose which hand it’s in–the left…
You pause to snap the fingers on your left hand.
Or the RIGHT!
“Ain’t no wager,” The Innkeep grumbles as you snap your other hand, “I ken ‘ear it just fine.”
“Yea… I know I’ve been established as the lovable airhead of the group,” Agrees Volka with a bit of concern in her voice, “But even I think this is gonna be too easy, Rook.”
“It <span class="mu-i">IS</span> a pretty dumb idea, yea, but maybe he’s got a trick up his sleeve!” TT suggests with a glimmer in her eyes!
“If you’ve got any tricks up yer’ sleeve I’ll rip yer’ arms off an’ eat ‘em.”
Wow, you scoff with mock offense, Volka wasn’t kidding, Skogs <span class="mu-i">CAN</span> get a little nasty!
“I’m a Moleg, pintsize.”
“Yea, didn’t you see how his tusks arc downwards? And the musk?” Asks your bodyguard as she sends a hard glare your way! “C’mon, Anton…”
“I’ll be sure to omit this from the final ballad…” Adds T with a scornful ‘<span class="mu-i">tch</span>’!
You didn’t know what a Moleg was until <span class="mu-i">TWO</span> seconds ago, you sputter! Can we just <span class="mu-i">DO</span> this already!? You have a plan!
“Do it.” Growls the Innkeep as he crosses his undoubtedly <span class="mu-i">MASSIVE</span> arms across his broad, unseen chest, “I gots orders ta’ fill.”
Okay, you chuckle, just keep those ears peeled! And I mean <span class="mu-i">REAAAAALLLY</span> peeled!
The trap is set, now you just need to hope he stumbles into it…
>Roll me 1d100+2 (+3 Loud Bar, +2 THE TRICK, +5 BAD LUCK TRIPLE TROUBLE, -3 Innkeeper Senses, -5 Bell) to see if he picks right! Best of 3!
