Run and Find Out Bingle, dwarves and gnomes live a long time. The stone buildings down in Crabber’s Cove, houses and what must have been a store (Gnome!), what seems like a temple (Dwarfish), were built to last. But they are definitely ruins, unused for centuries, run down and dirty and very, very, very spooky.
This place is very, very, very spooky, says Banx. Who is not quite as brave as you. Oh hey! Look at that ! He goes scootling across the sand right into the center of Spooky-Town, because he is almost as curious as you. You see what he sees---more gnome houses are built into the cliff’s side, very hard to spot if you are not a gnome.
The roofs have had it the worst. Some of the houses are fully open to the sky, but a few have holed and pitted slate roofs, and three or four have fully intact stone roofs. No windows have glass, but some still have heavy metal shutters and most houses have thick metal doors.
You close them when a sea storm comes, Banks explains.
You go toward the gnome houses. You do not hear the sounds of any personal behavior, or even the campfire behavior of kids hanging, which, this is the kind of place you and Jelbie might have come to look at wrongful novels, so---
Why aren’t kids here? Daring each other to taste claw wine? Banx asks.
You go in one gnome house and the floor has drifts of sand piled in the corner. Two windows have one shutter and the other is sealed. The big, thick door hangs by a single hinge. Wind whistles through. No furniture or even trash. Where would the ghosts even sit. Gnomes, even dead ones, like to be cozy. This is bad here. If there are gnome ghosts they are standing around getting sandy wind blown through them and being unhappy.
You go back outside and that is when you notice a thing you would have to be pretty dern perceptive to see; only one house, a dwarf house, has all the shutters, closed and rusted shut, on every side. Its heavy door is also closed and rusted, and it is one with a stone roof. Of all the many, many little houses here, this is the only one that doesn’t have a easy hole to go right in.
Fela, words hurt most when they are true. As you tear into Gellan, his eyebrows go quizzical, and then his gaze softens. He speaks with quiet dismissal: I apologize for bringing you into the room, Springer. You are so effective in the roles where you excel, I continue to forget you are a child.
By then, you have wheeled on Ticker. He sits up straight and grins, blows breath out.
Wooo! Spicy! I like it. He doesn’t bother to respond to your threats. Only one thing you say claims his full attention, and as you storm off, he calls after you, quite earnestly, My dear, you’re paying who the what for where now? No, no, stay off the docks! I can set you up with a quite nice courtesan for fifty per annum---if you also buy her an apartment, of course.
You know Eliander was an effective officer of noble birth, but nothing special. With your father’s military connections, you probably could make life difficult for a Fireborne. But since this is his last name, Ticker's father must be Eliander’s brother. Gellan kept mentioning his mother as the power player. You have no idea who that might be.
You stomp around until you feel better, and you see Jasker. He will tell you that Gellan Primewater bought Pearl an estate at the south end of town. #4 on the updated Saltmarsh map He gives you directions. but all the shutters are closed and no one answers your knock. The small carriage house beside it, however, has been converted into a cottage with a smoking chimney. Its windows all thrown open.
A young woman with tidy, dark hair and a prim mouth answers the door in a puff of bleach and lemon water. She is cleaning, apparently, though the single room house behind her looks spotless already. She wears a simple but immaculately pressed day dress protected by a snowy, starched apron. You see a gleaming kitchenette, a narrow bed made tight enough to bounce a plat, a small square table and four chairs, all straight backed, cushionless and armless.
I am Pearl Primewater, she says, brisk, her hands folded in front of her, her eyebrows up. You have my attention.
Tumble, Ticker pays you the 50G without a thought or a blink, just a Sure, thanks, pet. He seems to assume you are some sort of retainer for the Springer. Fine by you. Jingle jingle.
He also seems to take your advice about taverns to heart. Capper of an idea, there. I’ve met M’lisse, of course. Maybe by then your boss will have gotten the daughter to ditch on the election anyway, and I won’t have to waste the time on her. No offense to Gelly over there, but she sounds near as tiresome as your mistress. Templetome! He snorts, derisive. Went once. Pretty skyline, decent kip, but they allllll seem to grow great big Saliberian butt-sticks in the womb.
Gellan nods at you, in full agreement, when you speak kindly of Fela. It truly was my error. I was blinded by her success with the lizardfolk, but of course she had her team with her, to temper her. She doesn’t ask questions, that girl.
She issues orders, often based on faulty assumptions. The first will serve her well should she ever come to lead her Order, by which time she will surely have grown out of the second.
Manistrad chuckles, If she wasn’t so tall, I’d think there was some dwarf in that one.
Anders, who had gone stiff and big-eyed at all the conflict, relaxes. He looks very well. Still too thin, his eyes too big for his gaunt face, but he is sitting up in a chair, walking about, and his color is fine.
You head up to the temple, where you find Wellgar staring with some longing out to sea. You remember he was once a sailor. You join him, unmoved by heights. Way below you, you see two small gnomes in evil robes and colorful striped scarves clambering about the ruins.
Wellgar smiles at the question, The bridge? Keledek and I believe, based on oral history and our research. that is the very spot where they did the spell that set the Wards and banished the Fey. The casters stood the center of the running water. It seems this was thought to be safer somehow? Huge magic echoes, ax Tumble.
Falco, you have Melisse’s attention when you speak of obfuscation and monsters under the Net. She listens bright-eyed, but when you say, "If'n I can catch 'is pet monster, nobody'll be votin' fer Kreb." it is Felice who answers, And if you feed him to his pet monster, there will be no Kreb to vote for...”
Melisse releases a light laugh, a practiced and pleasing sound. Ah, there’s that Savoien humor! Felice is joking, of course. Her eyelids shutter down demurely, and as she picks a bit of non-existent lint off her silk skirt as she murmurs, But she’s also not wrong.
If I win, find Felice and give her the ten thousand. She'll have the details. I must be off. Enjoy the market. I suggest you stop by the booth of the famed sculptor, Ketterman Barley. His factotum, Creativity, doesn’t stop here often... With that, she takes her leave.
As you put the jingling pouch away, you become cognizant of a missing weight in another velvet pouch. Starbert has abandoned his nest. Recently. It still feels warm. You don’t see Bingle about. Perhaps she is still at the tower, or has gone ahead to see Aubreck. Both these things seem likely.
Whether you go to the market, or toward Aubreck’s, or hunt the rat, or do another thing, you will hear plenty. People are talking of little but the elections; you hear the time-table has been moved up. You also hear the merits debated. Kreb does have support. He is old Saltmarsh, and won’t interfere with the Fae trade, so people do seem willing to hold their nose and vote for him over a royalist and a non-native.
OOC cheerio, roll a wisdom save, DC 17. This is a magical effect, so you can have gnome-advantage.
GOONIE, some options: If you go to the Sculptor’s booth, roll a perception. If you want to join Bingle, you can have him decide to see if she went to see Aubreck’s and see her and Banx poodling around crabber’s cove. Starbert/Narlikar/Elithoniel tried to sneak off, and he matched your passive perception, so I let him succeed, but I let you notice his absence right away. If you choose this option, roll survival to try to track that rat.
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