>>5523532>>5523544>>5523550>>5523584>>5523597>>5523644>"Oh him? He seemed to be quite the... interesting fellow. Was always going on about gnome conspiracies and the like.">"Do you know about him much?">Ask her what she knows about Mr. Cornwall.“Oh, him? He seemed to be quite the.. Interesting fellow.” You look to the chamber pot of “interesting fellow” you’ve slung beneath your hood. “Was always going on about gnome conspiracies and the like. Did you know much about him, or..?”
“Feh–not a thing, ‘sides he was an old, crazy glassblower that THOUSAND CUTS wanted information on. And racist against gnomes!” Bredbeddle shrugs with a sigh. “The man only wanted to know where he hunkered down with his shop and when he opened it for business.”
“..The man?” You echo.
“Yeah. Said he was with the THOUSAND CUTS FAMILY–big, big guy, even more big than your lady over there. And he wore this helmet.. a little too tall, with slats in the neck for eyes and a fake head at the top out of steel.” She recounts, seemingly unaware of her own big mouth. “He was real scary–..”
Your guide falters as the darkness ahead of the black market seems to break. A figure steps out from a quiet corner of the sewer causeway.. a big, big guy with a helmet that’s a little too tall, slats in the neck for eyes and a fake head at the top out of steel. The people in the black market seem to shrink from sight at his appearance–lowering their heads, walking away, tucking behind stalls.
“A-ah.. there he is..! The THOUSAND CUTS wizard..!” Her voice is caught somewhere between terrified and relieved. “Ahaha–.. it’s.. good you caught up to me! You’re here to save me, right..?”
>What do you do? 