They come and go. They walk among us, they look like we do. You'll meet them soon enough. Please find my daughter! It's so dangerous out there, and she's all I have left!
“So this is the first time that Gertruda has ever left the house? Does she know anyone besides you? Is there anywhere or anyone she talks about? Where do you think she might have wanted to go? What’s her favorite kind of dinosaur?
Yes, it's the first time she ever left. She was such a good girl, but she's a teenager, and she wouldn't stay inside anymore. She'd never been outside. And the only correct answer to that question is goofapotamus!
Ok, got it. You were so zealous of your daughter's safety that you foolishly kept her imprisoned within these walls. You forced your daughter to play her only hand, which was to flee from your craziness. Instead of wailing like the mad woman you are, you should get your wits about you and look for the very person that you most likely killed in the first place because you haven't prepared her for the dangers that are out there. And if you die while out there in your search, then well, maybe its your comeuppance. But I got this story, I don't want to hear anymore.
Let's go back to these wolf people. You say they can look like us, walk among us. Is there anyway to tell them apart? A smell? Eye color? Mannerism?
I was not holding it. I just needed to look at it for detect magic. For that matter, for the next ten minutes I am detecting magic on everything I see whether I want to or not.
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Puddin holds her ground.
Intimidation: 15
Casts a Thaumaturgy Cantrip to cause the ground to begin to shake.
Clearly, these walls cannot save you. In the name of your daughter and Shar, I demand that you answer my questions! We will help you find your daughter, but you will do all you can to help us and you will no longer use this house to shield yourself from the outside world. Do you understand? If you do, you will stop wailing and shrieking this instant and answer my questions!
Hearing this, Barnaby pokes his head up, Kilroy style, just fingers, eyes, and floppy red wizard hat showing above the window sill, eager to see what response comes.
“Look at you, so proud, with your weapons and your dwarf champion. No, these walls have kept me safe many years. Just go. If you see Gertruda before some evil strikes her down, or worse, please ask her to come home. Tell her I’m not mad. But just go. Have done with yelling at a grieving old woman.”
It is your stubbornness that will be the death of you, old woman.
Puddin climbs out of the window and turns to her traveling companions.
I don't apologize for anything I do, but I will say that it is now twice this trip that we've met two women that have infuriated me to no end. In Waterdeep, people knew that I was someone who you did not want to be a fool in front of or get on my bad side. By the end of this journey, the renown I built back home will be known by all through this land -- Shar will see to that.
Puddin suddenly smiles. So......how about those pancakes?
Are there wolves in the village now, Mary? What do they do
They come and go. They walk among us, they look like we do. You'll meet them soon enough. Please find my daughter! It's so dangerous out there, and she's all I have left!
“So this is the first time that Gertruda has ever left the house? Does she know anyone besides you? Is there anywhere or anyone she talks about? Where do you think she might have wanted to go? What’s her favorite kind of dinosaur?
Yes, it's the first time she ever left. She was such a good girl, but she's a teenager, and she wouldn't stay inside anymore. She'd never been outside. And the only correct answer to that question is goofapotamus!
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Ok, got it. You were so zealous of your daughter's safety that you foolishly kept her imprisoned within these walls. You forced your daughter to play her only hand, which was to flee from your craziness. Instead of wailing like the mad woman you are, you should get your wits about you and look for the very person that you most likely killed in the first place because you haven't prepared her for the dangers that are out there. And if you die while out there in your search, then well, maybe its your comeuppance. But I got this story, I don't want to hear anymore.
Let's go back to these wolf people. You say they can look like us, walk among us. Is there anyway to tell them apart? A smell? Eye color? Mannerism?
Barnaby stares at Puddin, eyes wide and round, jaw hung open wide enough to swallow a goofapotamus.
In bold, and italics for shrieking: Get out of my house!!! Give that back to me!!!
Mary reaches for the doll.
Barnaby will mutter “sorry,” turn tail, and scurry back out the window.
Do you return the doll? You were holding it, as I understood the scene.
I was not holding it. I just needed to look at it for detect magic. For that matter, for the next ten minutes I am detecting magic on everything I see whether I want to or not.
Go it. My vision of the scene was different from yours, which is why I let you read the tag. Doesn’t matter. Out the window goes Barnaby!
Puddin holds her ground.
Intimidation: 15
Casts a Thaumaturgy Cantrip to cause the ground to begin to shake.
Clearly, these walls cannot save you. In the name of your daughter and Shar, I demand that you answer my questions! We will help you find your daughter, but you will do all you can to help us and you will no longer use this house to shield yourself from the outside world. Do you understand? If you do, you will stop wailing and shrieking this instant and answer my questions!
Hearing this, Barnaby pokes his head up, Kilroy style, just fingers, eyes, and floppy red wizard hat showing above the window sill, eager to see what response comes.
“Look at you, so proud, with your weapons and your dwarf champion. No, these walls have kept me safe many years. Just go. If you see Gertruda before some evil strikes her down, or worse, please ask her to come home. Tell her I’m not mad. But just go. Have done with yelling at a grieving old woman.”
Kif is a little taken aback at the turn this conversation has taken.
Come along, Puddin we won’t get any farther with this one,
he starts to move to the window
As he climbs out the window Kif remarks to Barnaby
You know friend, despite her short aspect that friend of ours can be a terrifying thunderstorm of amazing proportion sometimes.
It is your stubbornness that will be the death of you, old woman.
Puddin climbs out of the window and turns to her traveling companions.
I don't apologize for anything I do, but I will say that it is now twice this trip that we've met two women that have infuriated me to no end. In Waterdeep, people knew that I was someone who you did not want to be a fool in front of or get on my bad side. By the end of this journey, the renown I built back home will be known by all through this land -- Shar will see to that.
Puddin suddenly smiles. So......how about those pancakes?
You will all get your pancakes soon enough, but I’m on the road this weekend and not likely to be on much.