>>5575921>>5575926>>5576029>>5576033>>5576071>Travail through the houses that line the streets. You can stealth by and steal some food and supplies for your burgeoning cult.“We’ll take our chances through the houses, then.” You observe the row of multi-story terrace brick homes–steeply pitched roofs, ornately carved gables, grotesques hunched overhead. The houses are built so tall and tight they feel more a wall than a neighborhood. “We’ll meet you past the execution grounds. Remember not to die. You belong to me now.”
“Right. Well, if you don’t show your fat behind by the turn of the hour, I’ll find entertainment elsewhere.” The invalid shoots back.
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You manage your way into a house at the row’s end, and after about ten keys along the sexton’s ring–valuable after all–you and the wolf find yourself stood in a parlor.
The floorboards gently creak beneath your weight, the parlor walled high with bookshelves and crowned by a grim fireplace. The drapes along the window are heavy and velvet, the red glow of fire from the executions outside your only light. The lustrous dark gloss of the coffee table, the wall panels, the velvet chaise, gleam pale in the dim. The house–all of it, from the furniture to the air–hangs still.
“Nice place.” The wolf’s voice murmurs as he ambles forward–while his size and chains makes quiet traverse impossible, he moves with impressive quiet for a peltry mountain. “I’m going to look for a weapon.”
>Stick with Morne to look through the parlor. Strike up conversation. SEXY conversation.>Pass upstairs to a bedroom. Look for a soon-to-be thrall to upset the execution outside.>Go through the parlor to the kitchen. Look for supplies there.>A useless house! Get to the next one through the parlor’s door.>Write-In. 