"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
"You're an actor?"
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
"Does anyone here know Dispel Magic?" Tzungy cuts in. "I'm sorry I keep cutting in, but if anyone can cast it, we might be able to get out. That or any form of teleportation spell."
"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
"You're an actor?"
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
"Does anyone here know Dispel Magic?" Tzungy cuts in. "I'm sorry I keep cutting in, but if anyone can cast it, we might be able to get out. That or any form of teleportation spell."
"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
"You're an actor?"
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
"Who are you talking about again? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. Back to the subject. Couldn't I wait until someone else comes in and then run out the door?"
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"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
"You're an actor?"
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
"Who are you talking about again? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. Back to the subject. Couldn't I wait until someone else comes in and then run out the door?"
"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
"You're an actor?"
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
"Who are you talking about again? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. Back to the subject. Couldn't I wait until someone else comes in and then run out the door?"
"Then there would be another door."
"You're confusing me. I'm starting to wish I had chosen to talk to Mr. Frankstein over there, instead."
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"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
"You're an actor?"
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
"Who are you talking about again? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. Back to the subject. Couldn't I wait until someone else comes in and then run out the door?"
"Then there would be another door."
"You're confusing me. I'm starting to wish I had chosen to talk to Mr. Frankstein over there, instead."
"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
"You're an actor?"
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
"Who are you talking about again? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. Back to the subject. Couldn't I wait until someone else comes in and then run out the door?"
"Then there would be another door."
"You're confusing me. I'm starting to wish I had chosen to talk to Mr. Frankstein over there, instead."
"You would have loved Eris."
Trith glowers. "I can't be stuck in here! I have a life! I'm the leader of the Bl- of a new play coming out!"
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"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
"You're an actor?"
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
"Who are you talking about again? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. Back to the subject. Couldn't I wait until someone else comes in and then run out the door?"
"Then there would be another door."
"You're confusing me. I'm starting to wish I had chosen to talk to Mr. Frankstein over there, instead."
"You mean me? Also, common misconception, Frankenstein was the one who created the stitched-together remains that are known by that name. He's actually Frankenstein's Monster, not Frankenstein." Tzungy pauses. "How do I know that?" he asks himself.
"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
"You're an actor?"
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
"Who are you talking about again? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. Back to the subject. Couldn't I wait until someone else comes in and then run out the door?"
"Then there would be another door."
"You're confusing me. I'm starting to wish I had chosen to talk to Mr. Frankstein over there, instead."
"You mean me? Also, common misconception, Frankenstein was the one who created the stitched-together remains that are known by that name. He's actually Frankenstein's Monster, not Frankenstein." Tzungy pauses. "How do I know that?" he asks himself.
"It's an older play," Trith says, regaining his composure. "Though not that old, I don't think."
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"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
"You're an actor?"
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
"Who are you talking about again? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. Back to the subject. Couldn't I wait until someone else comes in and then run out the door?"
"Then there would be another door."
"You're confusing me. I'm starting to wish I had chosen to talk to Mr. Frankstein over there, instead."
"You would have loved Eris."
Trith glowers. "I can't be stuck in here! I have a life! I'm the leader of the Bl- of a new play coming out!"
"Ooh, and what's this play called? I'd like to see it. I always was one for the arts." He pauses again. "I was?"
"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
"You're an actor?"
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
"Who are you talking about again? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. Back to the subject. Couldn't I wait until someone else comes in and then run out the door?"
"Then there would be another door."
"You're confusing me. I'm starting to wish I had chosen to talk to Mr. Frankstein over there, instead."
"You would have loved Eris."
Trith glowers. "I can't be stuck in here! I have a life! I'm the leader of the Bl- of a new play coming out!"
"Ooh, and what's this play called? I'd like to see it. I always was one for the arts." He pauses again. "I was?"
"Apparently I don't know myself as well as I thought." Tzungy continues talking to himself.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
"Who are you talking about again? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. Back to the subject. Couldn't I wait until someone else comes in and then run out the door?"
"Then there would be another door."
"You're confusing me. I'm starting to wish I had chosen to talk to Mr. Frankstein over there, instead."
"You would have loved Eris."
Trith glowers. "I can't be stuck in here! I have a life! I'm the leader of the Bl- of a new play coming out!"
"Ooh, and what's this play called? I'd like to see it. I always was one for the arts." He pauses again. "I was?"
"It's called The Adventurers of Agent Branton. I helped to write it," Trith says proudly.
*If you have any knowledge of recent events, you can make a history check.*
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"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
"You're an actor?"
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
"Who are you talking about again? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. Back to the subject. Couldn't I wait until someone else comes in and then run out the door?"
"Then there would be another door."
"You're confusing me. I'm starting to wish I had chosen to talk to Mr. Frankstein over there, instead."
"You would have loved Eris."
Trith glowers. "I can't be stuck in here! I have a life! I'm the leader of the Bl- of a new play coming out!"
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
"Who are you talking about again? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. Back to the subject. Couldn't I wait until someone else comes in and then run out the door?"
"Then there would be another door."
"You're confusing me. I'm starting to wish I had chosen to talk to Mr. Frankstein over there, instead."
"You would have loved Eris."
Trith glowers. "I can't be stuck in here! I have a life! I'm the leader of the Bl- of a new play coming out!"
"Ooh, and what's this play called? I'd like to see it. I always was one for the arts." He pauses again. "I was?"
"It's called The Adventurers of Agent Branton. I helped to write it," Trith says proudly.
*If you have any knowledge of recent events, you can make a history check.*
"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
"You're an actor?"
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
"Who are you talking about again? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. Back to the subject. Couldn't I wait until someone else comes in and then run out the door?"
"Then there would be another door."
"You're confusing me. I'm starting to wish I had chosen to talk to Mr. Frankstein over there, instead."
"You would have loved Eris."
Trith glowers. "I can't be stuck in here! I have a life! I'm the leader of the Bl- of a new play coming out!"
"It's called The Adventurers of Agent Branton. It's a mystery/intrigue play about a member of the city watch rooting out a gang of criminals."
*Not again. Please don't. Eris is annoying enough, but none of our characters have any way to counter it.*
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"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
"Who are you talking about again? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. Back to the subject. Couldn't I wait until someone else comes in and then run out the door?"
"Then there would be another door."
"You're confusing me. I'm starting to wish I had chosen to talk to Mr. Frankstein over there, instead."
"You would have loved Eris."
Trith glowers. "I can't be stuck in here! I have a life! I'm the leader of the Bl- of a new play coming out!"
"Ooh, and what's this play called? I'd like to see it. I always was one for the arts." He pauses again. "I was?"
"It's called The Adventurers of Agent Branton. I helped to write it," Trith says proudly.
*If you have any knowledge of recent events, you can make a history check.*
"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
"You're an actor?"
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
"Who are you talking about again? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. Back to the subject. Couldn't I wait until someone else comes in and then run out the door?"
"Then there would be another door."
"You're confusing me. I'm starting to wish I had chosen to talk to Mr. Frankstein over there, instead."
"You would have loved Eris."
Trith glowers. "I can't be stuck in here! I have a life! I'm the leader of the Bl- of a new play coming out!"
"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
"You're an actor?"
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
"Who are you talking about again? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. Back to the subject. Couldn't I wait until someone else comes in and then run out the door?"
"Then there would be another door."
"You're confusing me. I'm starting to wish I had chosen to talk to Mr. Frankstein over there, instead."
"You would have loved Eris."
Trith glowers. "I can't be stuck in here! I have a life! I'm the leader of the Bl- of a new play coming out!"
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
"Who are you talking about again? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. Back to the subject. Couldn't I wait until someone else comes in and then run out the door?"
"Then there would be another door."
"You're confusing me. I'm starting to wish I had chosen to talk to Mr. Frankstein over there, instead."
"You would have loved Eris."
Trith glowers. "I can't be stuck in here! I have a life! I'm the leader of the Bl- of a new play coming out!"
"Ooh, and what's this play called? I'd like to see it. I always was one for the arts." He pauses again. "I was?"
"It's called The Adventurers of Agent Branton. I helped to write it," Trith says proudly.
*If you have any knowledge of recent events, you can make a history check.*
"I would like to learn more about this. Could you please elaborate?"
"Does anyone here know Dispel Magic?" Tzungy cuts in. "I'm sorry I keep cutting in, but if anyone can cast it, we might be able to get out. That or any form of teleportation spell."
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"I've tried."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"Who are you talking about again? Never mind, I probably don't want to know. Back to the subject. Couldn't I wait until someone else comes in and then run out the door?"
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"Then there would be another door."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"You're confusing me. I'm starting to wish I had chosen to talk to Mr. Frankstein over there, instead."
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
"You would have loved Eris."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
Trith glowers. "I can't be stuck in here! I have a life! I'm the leader of the Bl- of a new play coming out!"
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"You mean me? Also, common misconception, Frankenstein was the one who created the stitched-together remains that are known by that name. He's actually Frankenstein's Monster, not Frankenstein." Tzungy pauses. "How do I know that?" he asks himself.
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"It's an older play," Trith says, regaining his composure. "Though not that old, I don't think."
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"Ooh, and what's this play called? I'd like to see it. I always was one for the arts." He pauses again. "I was?"
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"Apparently I don't know myself as well as I thought." Tzungy continues talking to himself.
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"It's called The Adventurers of Agent Branton. I helped to write it," Trith says proudly.
*If you have any knowledge of recent events, you can make a history check.*
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"The what?"
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
*Tzungy does not. He was unburied yesterday.*
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"It's called The Adventurers of Agent Branton. It's a mystery/intrigue play about a member of the city watch rooting out a gang of criminals."
*Not again. Please don't. Eris is annoying enough, but none of our characters have any way to counter it.*
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
*Recent events as in the year 267?*
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
*Not this time, because now we can't buy Rings of Mind Shielding.*
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*Okay. I'm still unsure whether he's a bard or a rogue anyway.* "No, the Bl-."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"I would like to learn more about this. Could you please elaborate?"
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*Okay, I need to go get some sleep. I'll see all of you on the morrow! Happy Valentine's Day!*
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