>>5536126>>5536128>>5536129>>5536130>>5536131>Pat the Rat and his Gnome. Everything's alright when a Duckworth is around>Reassure Bredbeddle and inform her of the wizard assassin's fate.>"So, the big guy in the helmet's been turned to stone and punched into the depths of the sewer."Your trio begins your procession out from the city’s edge, the gnome close behind you (for some reason).
“Psh. You needn’t worry anymore! The big lunk in the helmet’s been turned to stone and tossed into the depths of the sewer.” You attempt to pat her head, only for your cane fingers to <span class="mu-i">clunk</span> against her scalp. The rat escapes your wooden hand but the gnome isn’t so agile. “The lot of us should be safe for now.”
“Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.” The gnome removes your hand from her head, a lump now blossoming up where you were rapping her. “Yes, well.. I knew you’d clear that all up. And where’s the midget witch of yours? Is she still alive, or..?”
“My <span class="mu-i">lady</span> is a teacup at the moment–a polymorph spell that will wear off momentarily, just like yours and ALGERNON’S.” You raise the teacup up. “..And now that you needn’t worry any more about that assassin.. can you tell us any more about him?”
“Hmph! Like I said, I only really knew his name. DAGONET OF VIGNON. There are plenty other assassins I trade information with and he’s by far the most reticent.” Bredbeddle crosses her arms. “I suppose he didn’t much appreciate me mouthing him off.. and now he’s off eroding under sewer water. Good! A fat lot of good he’s done for the family without me around to supply them information..”
The gnome continues to mouth off about random topics to you. It occurs to you that–for some reason–she’s still following your party instead of ducking off to find a ride out.
>Ask why she’s following you.>Let her be. Your master can make a decision soon enough.>Write-In. 