>>5522584>>5522622>>5522628>>5522647>>5522656>>5522659>>5522661>>5522663>>5522665>>5522736>>5522767>>5522791>Also congratulate Molly on her aim.>Ask why she sells information to the Thousand Cut Family, and if she can prove she isn't with them.>Is it normal for people to sell information to them?>Ask what her name is.“Good aim by the way, Molly.” You look to the wild woman, who rubs her nose at your compliment. You had really ought to try teach her how to speak–maybe back at the chapel.
“You sell information to them, hm..? Why’s that?” You pull back the stick and offer the carrot. “Is that common among thieves of your ilk?”
“Hmph. It’s good money, that’s why–for assassins, information is half the job.” She points a thumb at herself. “And it’s common to sell secrets, sure, but no one metes it out like I can. GNOMISH MAGIC works in tandem with nature, so I can borrow the ears of plants and pests to get a leg up on any other rat in this hole. I’m definitely their favorite!”
“Their favorite? Is that so?” You lean in. “I thought you said you weren’t with them. Can you prove that?”
“Uh–ahh–well—” The gnome seems to realize what she just said and begins to sweat. “Well, a-ah.. Not like that. And whaddya mean ‘prove it?!’ How the hell am I meant to prove I don’t run with them like that? Why don’t you prove you’re not working with the BLACK HAND FAMILY?!”
“I think she’s told the truth.” Your master leans in to whisper to you. “The THOUSAND CUT FAMILY is a major crime syndicate. I doubt they’d actually bring on some half-pint gnome pickpocket who we can cow with a few threats–she probably really is just an info broker. Though, I still don’t know whether to trust her not to tell on us..”
“Hmm, hmm. Then.. you have a name, gnome?” You ask her.
“Ah.. you want to keep me in mind for my services, hmm..?” She observes with a grin. The gnome points a thumb at herself in a show of pride. “My name is BREDBEDDLE. Don’t forget it!”
>What do you do? 