I passed through a tavern that served a most excellent fish and chips not two days ago, ser. Now, if only I could remember the town's name... was it Gladrock? No, that was the one with the lich in the cathedral basement.
Well, I suppose liches are unusual enough that most people mightn't know what they are. It's a undead spellcaster; usually a wizard or priest of significant power and significant evil.
This one just cheated at cards. Wicked bastard, he was.
Anyway, tavern! The Wench's Wagon in Greenport is what you're looking for. They're not far; maybe twelve miles up the coast.
My mistake, then. Friend, if you need directions I could do worse than follow you: that town did indeed have enough to keep even I busy and attentive for a while, and I've nothing against returning. I'll lead the way then, shall I?
If you are wondering where we are, wonder no more, either. This is a strange jumble of the worlds we knew, brought together by beings known as 'muns', or mundanes. Why they go by such inauspicious names is beyond me, but they've brought us all here -- yes, even you, my friend -- for the purposes of entertaining themselves and each other.
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[He looks down at the kid.]
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Oi, you're lil.
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..hey, I'm one of the tallest girls in my class, thank you very much!
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[He has to wonder, just how young this little one is. He's got a penchant for corrupting every impressionable mind he's been around.]
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What's a lil thing like you wanderin' around a place like this all alone?
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A 'witch hunt', huh? [Dan scratches his shaved chin.] There ain't no such thing last I heard.
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[Dan gives this stranger the oddest gaze when he hears the next part of his story, however.]
Wot? A 'lich'?
...Whatddaya talkin' 'bout, mate?
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This one just cheated at cards. Wicked bastard, he was.
Anyway, tavern! The Wench's Wagon in Greenport is what you're looking for. They're not far; maybe twelve miles up the coast.
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[Dan's not sure if this man is playing with a full deck...then again, if he just left that tavern he mentions, perhaps he's just drunk.]
Right. Well...jus' point me in the right direction.
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Thanks...
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It also reminded me that the dried mutton in my pack is a poor meal when I could simply stop off somewhere and have something like a coney stew.
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[Dan licks his lips.]
You gonna eat that?
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Here. [Isn't he a nice guy, tossing over that large wrapped parcel of meat?]
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You wanna show me to that tavern? Maybe we could get a bite ta eat?
You can save this for later. [He offers the meat back to the man.]
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My mistake, then. Friend, if you need directions I could do worse than follow you: that town did indeed have enough to keep even I busy and attentive for a while, and I've nothing against returning. I'll lead the way then, shall I?
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[Dan takes one last glance around, still unsure just where he's ended up. He'll have to depend on the kindness of this stranger for the time being.]
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...So-
How doe we kill 'em?
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