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The podcast hosts discuss their experiences with creating playlists for their tabletop role-playing game characters. Some have made playlists to set the mood for their characters' stories, while others have made playlists for villains. They also talk about their character backstories and relationships. In the second part of the podcast, they engage in an improv exercise where they create NPCs for the town of Pearlsfield. They come up with characters like Father Phineas Twinkletoes, a senile gnome clergyman, Tanner, a miserable tanner who hates his job, and a mysterious leader of the Thieves Guild who is only known by her insignia, a white dove feather. They conclude the episode and prepare to continue with Chapter 2 of their game. Hello, and welcome to Minions and Misfits, the off-kilter actual play TTRPG podcast where instead of playing the usual heroes, we play your archetypal monsters and NPCs. I am joined by my distinguished co-hosts, Cameron, Dillon, and Samuel. Hello there. Hello there. Tonight, we'll be recording Chapter 2 of our Pearl's Field novella. Before we do, I have a couple of questions for y'all. Of course. Welcome to Question Corner. Welcome to Question Corner. Insert flowery music here. Question 1. We're playing a very character and story-focused TTRPG, and I want to know, do y'all ever, when you're thinking about your characters for your TTRPGs, do you ever make a playlist of songs that you associate with them? No, but now that you mention that, I feel like I should. I would go find some minor key harpsichord music for Ephraim. I've only ever done it when requested, so I've had some games in which I've had the DM be like, send me a playlist, not too long, but just a couple of songs that give the vibe of your person, and I was like, okay, yeah. I've done it for the villains, so I did Curse of Strahd, and we went with kind of an Andrew Ryan-type Strahd, and it was a very interesting campaign that went really well, but I gave him basically different versions of Davy Jones from Pirates of the Caribbean, kind of like hardcore organ, and then I did Tiamat, and I kind of gave her a lot of the World of Warcraft music. So y'all are thinking of background music. I set background music for my table when I'm DMing, but when I'm playing a character, not so much. I do, I have asked my players in the past to give me background music, a just regular track and a battle track for their characters, but I'm thinking more just stuff with their story. I have playlists for so many of my TTRPG characters, some that I only got to play a couple of times, where it's like songs that I think of their backstory and their motivation. Dralchia, who I brought in for the one-shot, our last Lifeday one-shot, she has such a big dad-gum playlist, and I love it so much, I listen to it when I need a punch, yes, when I need to pump myself up or punch. Yeah, gotta pump yourself up and punch sometimes. It's Rebecca's drywall punching playlist. It's her jaw while cooking playlist. I know. Yes, yes, yes, both. Yeah, a lot of my creative juices when it comes to thinking about the character stuff usually goes into less of their vibe and more of their relationships, I think. Yeah, I have one of the songs on her playlist when she got really comfortable and close to characters in her party after being really walled off for a long time, is Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar from Steven Universe. I'm just like, you like me? You love me? Why? That's fun. Yeah, one of my favorite characters that I'm currently playing and really have ever played, honestly, is I have this old, divorced, middle-aged crisis dwarf that I'm playing, and he's been really fun to get into the mind of. That's a really interesting character, and he's just really eccentric in some areas, but super dad vibes, but with no kids. A party is his kids. Oh yeah, and also his caretaker simultaneously. That's kids. Yeah, characters are always fun to explore like that. Speaking of exploring characters, my second question, segue here, is because we're only really playing a few people in this lovely town of Pearlsfield, I want us to do a little improv exercise, and to make up, each of us, an NPC that lives in Pearlsfield, who they are, what do they do, what's the rumor around town about them. And if we want to make it more of a structured thing, we can each give each other a profession for this character. Except for me, I already have one planned. Of course you do. I actually have one in mind. Oh, you start thinking. Well, so I was reading, and I think I'm going to make Niles a curate, because he's too young to be an official zicker, and so he'd be serving under one, but in my mind, it's one of those things where he is advanced enough where he's not really given oversight, but he is just under an elder clergyman because that's the rules. Yeah, you're an intern. Oh yeah. But he does all the work, and so kind of like in Father Ted, where Father Ted is not technically the senior one there, but they just kind of work around the old guy, I want there to be a really elderly, borderline senile old man, the main clergy, who really is kind of, I guess, a twist on the rabbi from Fiddle on the Roof, except the rabbi is very clever. I think this guy kind of needs to be out of it. Kind of like the rabbi from Fiddle on the Roof meets Creed from The Office. What are we going to say? Mr. Magoo. What a mixture. What fantasy race is he? Don't say human. Something else. What's the... He's got to be a gnome. Yes. The most wrinkly gnome ever. Slowly climbing up to the pulpit. Yeah. I feel like there's definitely parts where Niles almost has to put him in a stroller to take him on walks. I just imagine him, like, stepping up the steps to his pulpit one at a time, and then he just can't make the last one. He's like, Niles, dear. See you, lamb, and help me up. It's like Niles has to build some little steps, like you get for when your dog is really old and can't jump up on a bed. His main responsibilities in the temple are caring for the poor, the sick, and taking the little stairs around for his father. What's his name? His first name would be Phineas, but Niles would never call him Phineas. No, he's father or something. Whatever the title of this religion is. Padre. I like father. Father, um... Oh, goodness, guys, help me out. Something gnomish. Something gnomish. All right. Mine just goes to, like, twinkle toes. I like father. Father Phineas twinkle toes. I don't know. It runs off the tongue so well, I think. Father Phineas twinkle toes. I like that. We'll do that then. Father Phineas twinkle toes. What a vibe. Who wants to do an NPC next? Okay, I have an idea. This is one that I don't remember if I've actually said this idea on mic before or not, but I definitely told it to you guys. His name is Tanner. He's the town Tanner. And he absolutely hates his job, hates his life, because tanning leather is disgusting. So his main hobby outside of work is just getting absolutely sloshed whenever possible so he can forget about how awful his job is. Poor guy. That's lovely. What's his fantasy race? His fantasy race? I feel like he would have to be a human just because of what a sad sack he is. I see him as having like an unkempt scraggly beard and like shoulder length hair. Uh huh. And constantly smells like a latrine. What if he was a dwarf? Because like, he's carving the worst thing. Like, he's not even a real blacksmith. I don't know if self-loathing works. It's like, I'm not supposed to be working with living things. I picture dwarves as having this sort of inbuilt self-respect that Tanner does not have. Doesn't even allow them to get to that point. Yeah, that Tanner does not possess. Humans don't have the self-preservation all the time, but dwarves, well, maybe not self-preservation, self-respect. That's better. So there's this really crusty Dwargar Darkdwarf that's in town that no one knows where he came from, no one knows how long he's been here. He just seems to have been always here in the town. And every time someone asks him what he was doing before he came here, it's always a different answer. You never quite know what's going on with him. But he's been hanging out and he's just like the resident old weird guy in town but somehow knows a lot more about what's going on in town than most people. Nice. He's the shady back alley guy that you go to for info. Yeah. And a watch. Yeah. They always sell watches. Oh, but what's... Oh, he got Tanner's name. That's right, we do have Tanner's name. What's Crusty McGee's name? What's Crusty McGee's name? What's a good, like, Darkdwarf name? Crusty McGee. Crusty McGee is actually a pretty great name. What if we just call him Crusty? He never told anyone his name? No one knows. It's a new name every time. Because I haven't heard that name in a long time. His middle name could be like Slithrope and he'll be like, My name is Crusty Slithrope McGee. What was that middle part? Nothing. Don't worry about it. Just Crusty. Want to buy a watch? Opens Trenchcoat. Want to buy a sundial? Yeah. Like, uh, isn't that a bit in Hercules? Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. But we're... This is... I guess we're kind of going with an Austin vibe. We'll call him Crusty. This is somewhere between Austin and medieval, like a bunch of historical webtoons these days. Mine. No one's ever seen this person. Whoa. They've just heard... Era of mystery. She's like... She, they think, maybe, local legend, is the leader of the Thieves Guild. Oh, snap. Which doesn't operate here. It's why crime is so low in this area. Isn't because of the hard-working watch commander. No. It's because... of the doll. The doll. The doll. The doll. She was born and raised in Pearlsfield, and though she chose a life of crime, she is still a noble criminal and keeps crime away from her beloved hometown. They say she still lives here. Who she is. What she looks like. Some say she's a dwarf with a beard as long as it goes past her feet. Some say she's just three gnomes in a trench coat. No one knows. But her impact lasts far and wide. And her insignia, her signal, is a single little white dove feather. A little calling card. Three gnomes in a trench coat can cast a long shadow. I thought you were going to say a lot of spells, but... We got Krusty, we got the dove, we got Father Phineas. Phineas Sprinkledove. Yes. And we have Tanner. And Tanner. No last name given. No last name needed. Literally, he was not given a last name. His occupation and his name are the same. He was given both at the same time. And with that... I wonder, he's so miserable. With our town expanded, let's dive into Chapter Two. Oh, yay. Chapter Two. Humble and Eager. All right. So, where we last left off, we last left off. Last left off. Too many tuhs. I can, I can narrate, I promise. Um, where we last left off, we were at the epistolary phase. The phase where our, uh, characters write letters, or epistles, if you will, a fancy word for letters. So, each player is going to have the chance to send two letters, a max of two, from, it can be any combination from their main character or their controlled connection. As the facilitator, I can do as many as I want. You can't tell me what to do. Cheating. Except the rules do. You'll just excuse us if you hear a lot of, like, pens scratching because we're not reading the letters, we're just writing them. It's very good for an audio format. Yeah, it's a brief ASMR diversion. Oh. You made it weird. ASMR's not that weird. The sounds of, of quill on an element. I love what, like, sub-genre you're jumping into. You know? There's some weird, there's some not. You've heard of lo-fi beats to work and or study to get ready for work and or study to lo-fi beats? Yes, I'm gonna make a remix. Pencil scratching. Typesy typing. But yes, our players have in fact had time to think about their letters. They could be fancy and write them out ahead of time if they wanted to. So with that in mind, does anyone want to start off our epistolary phase? I would love to start. I didn't explain, at least for our listeners, so they will need to say who the letter is from, who it's to, and then the content. They might have written it ahead of time, improv it, and then if necessary, we may have a flashback or a little scene-let. A small scene. You can also consider describing how the letter arrives. Or at least is delivered. Yeah. So mine is from our dear, well not our dear, I guess it is our, but mine and Niles' lovely Aunt Agatha. Which I don't believe we've met yet. This is kind of her introduction, which I think is a great way to start her here. To our mother, who we have met. Lovely little prudence making her way around the party, getting rumors spread about her in the last phase. And this letter finds itself on her doorstep in the midst of this scandal that was running around. And it says, My dearest prudence, I trust this letter finds you swimming in a sea of gossip. Your ears filled with the melodious whispers of society's latest scandal. Oh, how I envy the attention you must be garnering. Though I must admit, it is not without a certain degree of amusement that I watch you squirm under the weight of your new-found infamy. It seems the delicate facade you so carefully crafted is finally beginning to crack. Revealing the truth that lies beneath. A truth that I, your ever-observant sister, have long suspected. For while you may prance about with all the airs of a genteel lady, it is clear to those with discerning eyes that you are in sheep's clothing. Indulging in the pleasures best left to the baser sort. But fear not, dear sister. For I am not one to revel in the misfortunes of others. Well, at least not usually. Despite your many shortcomings, I must confess a certain begrudging affection for you. If only for the endless entertainment your antics provide. And so I extend to you my sincerest condolences for the scandal that now threatens to engulf you. Though I cannot help but find a certain poetic justice in your downfall. As for myself, I find that I am once again embroiled in a most amusing predicament. One that I am sure will provide fodder for the gossip-mongerers for the weeks to come. But fear not, prudence dear, for unlike you, I wear my scandals as a badge of honor, daring society to judge me as it will. For after all, what is life without a little excitement? But alas, I must bid you adieu, dear sister, and offer you a word of advice in closing. Embrace your scandal with all the grace for in the end, it is our flaws that makes us truly interesting. Yours in deepest amusement, Agatha And there's also a rumor about her getting a chat with a visiting baron. So... Trouble, trouble. Ooh, speaking of that, I have a letter to follow that one up with. Ooh! So this one is a letter to the daughter of Sir... What was his first name? Baron Leaffrog. I don't think we got his first name. Leaffrog? No, he's Baron. Baron Barry Bon Leaffrog. But this is to his daughter, Tiana Leaffrog, from Niles. Ahem. Tiana Leaffrog, allow me to extend my sincerest apologies for my mother's inconsiderate and unacceptable behavior toward your father. I am quite certain that she was experiencing an acute and temporary form of insanity that has since passed. It is the hope of my dear mother, and indeed myself, that you and your delightful family visit us at Pearl Shields. Until then, I hope that we two distinguished historical families can consider each other friends, not enemies. Yours sincerely, Reverend Niles Willington IV. Nice. Cam, do you have a letter you're ready to send? I just wish my improv was as good as my writing so I could actually talk like this in character. Right. Mine is a letter from Ephraim to his best buddy, Niles. This would arrive to him probably shortly after the party in a real fancy little box. For some reason, the letter arrives in a box and it opens and the letter is sealed with gold wax with a fancy E-shaped seal on it. I feel like he got really excited to open the letter. He opens it like a male and he opens it like a African nephrom. Niles live in the Worthington Estates or does he live in like a parsonage? I'd imagine that he... If there's a father still, maybe he's still at home. I feel like Mumsie would have said stay at home until the parsonage is still taken by Father Twinkle Toes. I feel like you're almost Father Twinkle Toes' caretaker though at this point. I feel like he's almost taking an opportunity to get away from home and he enjoys his liberty living in the parsonage because he is taking care of Father Twinkle Toes, but it's a human-sized parsonage and Father Twinkle Toes is at home. One bedroom and one bathroom is way more than enough than Father Twinkle Toes needs. It's almost like taking care of a hamster. Small dog. He's just like... He's just an oversized French Bulldog. You just kind of have to roll him over to bed every night. Exactly. Bring my lotion. He calls Niles Miles and no matter how many times he's corrected he never changes. He's like, that's nice, Miles. That's a good boy, Miles. My name is Niles. That's not a real name. You just made that up. When does it arrive though? It arrives like a week after Ephraim and Georgiana and Frederick show back up in town, so about like a week after the party. Dearest Niles, I understand that mine and Georgiana's presence at the party last week was rather a surprise to you and I hope that you haven't come to think that we did it on purpose to perhaps, I don't know, upset you or needle you in some way. Let it be said that I'm ready to let bygones be bygones if you're ready to let bygones be bygones. May we meet again around town. May we say soon we'll have a nice conversation and set all of these troubled waters behind us. Yours, Ephraim. Now that new address, who dis? That is extremely interesting because I have a letter from Frederick to Niles regarding the Ephraim controversy. Should I do that now or did you have one you wanted to insert first or do you DM? I am going to... Do I have... Do I have tokens, actually? I can't remember. I should have looked at that. That was very specific. Do I have tokens or do I get to just do things? I think I just have tokens. Or, I mean, just do things. Okay, I'm done mumbling. I'm going to make a decision. I'm going to say if you think it still fits that at least these two letters are going to be sent the next day after the party. Yeah, yeah. Is that alright with you, Cam? Cool. Tell us the letter. Alrighty. This letter arrives and when you open it up, it's very clear that it was, like, written and then set down and then written more. Like, there's two very distinctive different inks being used on there. Who writes in blue and red? Yeah, what is this? It says, Niles, I trust this letter finds you in the solace of your sacred abode, surrounded by the hollowed echoes of your pious devotions. It has come to my attention that recent events have weighed heavily upon your conscience, and I take up my quill to assuage your concerns and offer you some much-needed brotherly solace in these troubled times. First, let us address the elephant in the room of my dear friend Ephraim. I know it's true that the winds of discord have blown between the two of you, stirring up a tempest of uncertainty and doubt. Yet in the midst of this tumult, there is an anchor that binds us together, our unwavering faith in the inherent goodness of our fellow man. Though Ephraim may have strayed from the path of righteousness, I have seen firsthand the kindness that resides in this man's heart, and I remain confident that his redemption is within grasp, should he but reach out and seize it, and I believe it is within your heart to forgive him. And then you see the new ink pops up. Also, in matters of a more worldly nature, I am thrilled to have introduced you, dear brother, to my recent fiancée, a woman of unparalleled grace and beauty. She possesses a spirit as radiant as the morning sun, and a bank account even deeper. I have found not only a companion, but a kindred soul, a partner with whom to navigate the tumultuous waters of life's vicissitudes. And with this engagement comes the promise of a brighter future, one filled with hope and possibility. Our fortunes, languished in the shadow of uncertainty for so long, are now poised to soar to dizzying heights, propelled ever upward by the winds of love and fortune. So, dear brother, let's cast aside our worries, and embrace the blessings that surround us. For in the end, it is always love that conquers all, and the faith that lights our way to the darkest of nights. Yours in brotherly affection, Frederick. Dang. Dang. When did, well first, how did Miles respond when he opened the second letter? I feel like when he read the word pious of ode, that is like the cue for Father Twinklefoot to like fart. Miles, can you bring this? I feel like it's with the letter, it's one of those things where he like tries to write back a congratulatory letter, but every time he's like this comes off as too passive-aggressive, or this is lying, which is technically against my religion, and so he just puts off writing it and just ends up not writing a response. This one comes off too passive-aggressive, this one comes off too active-aggressive, this one comes off too aggressively passive, this one's too supportive, this one's not supportive enough. Dylan, when did Frederick write the second half of that letter? He wrote it after, so the first half he had already written before coming back to town, and then after the party that we had he came back, and I feel like he wrote that while partially drunk after the party. While Bill was at his writing desk he scribbled the last half of that letter and folded it up, and it was only then that he caught the whiff of a floral perfume, a flower you can't quite place, and saw a little folded letter nicely at his desk. What's this? Upon grabbing it, you see clearly in Georgiana's handwriting my dear Freddie. Oh, she calls you Freddie. Let me get into her accent, we'll see here. In all the hustle and bustle of last night's festivities I believe I forgot to tell you something very important. Thank you. It was such a relief to know the plans for our arrival and reception were in your hands. I have never had such a smooth trip and such a delightful party to arrive at. I have a truly capable and dependable fiancé. Now I'm afraid I must make another request of you. Your dear mother intends to give me a grand tour of the manor, starting quite early, and I fear that she intends to keep me busy with the tour all day. That will leave me with little time to see you, except just before dawn. I know I can depend on meeting you in the east garden to watch the sunrise. Yours, Georgiana. Oh, that's lovely, and then I pass out. Before you pass out, you turn to pass out, and you knock a second letter. Oh my god, there's so many letters on my desk! When you bend down to pick it up, it is a simple piece of parchment, sealed with a simple wax seal, pressed into which is a small, white feather. It can't be the dove! Rip it open. It has very little on it. It simply says, arrive at the drop point, just before dawn, alone. Oh, every time. The conflicting messages and everything else to go on. Oh man. Anyone else have letters they want to send? I'm torn between two. In my mind, Charles writes another follow-up letter to Lady Leapfrog, but I also want to write a letter from Vlad de Baguette. Go with Vlad. Yeah, let's hear from Vlad. It's to Ephraim. Ahem. It's written, like, very hastily, and in a manner, I mean, we're not great writers here, so we're already kind of writing in faux fancy. Even more faux fancy. And so, it basically says, Ahem. It says, Ahem! It was dictated. It was dictated. Every little sound that came out. Chair creaks. Jostling of the microphone. No, it doesn't write that. Uh, dear Ephraim? Ephraim? Like, it's several different attempts to spell the name Ephraim. I hope you do not mind, but I saw it fit to visit my good friend E. E. As he visits Pretzeld. Crossed out. Prozed. Prozed. Ah, man, remember the times before erasers? Words are hard for me sometimes, but I hope you know that I am forever your friend. And friend is spelled incorrectly. No, f-r, friendship. Like, love and friendship, where it's spelled incorrectly. Uh, I hope you know some delicious, crossed out, beautiful women. I have so many questions about this person already. Who has nothing to... Where on earth are they from? I think we have our breakout character already. Who I would love to eat and then you see like an M is like scribbled really in between the two words, to and eat. And like, the E, the A is overcorrected into an E. Um, and then you see there's like a sprinkle of red liquid on the paper. PS, that is just juice. Not blood. It is not blood, it is simply juice. Period. Cherry juice. Yes. I had a lunch with I had a lunch with Exo, Exo, Exo, Vlad the Baguette. Not the vampire. In parentheses, not the vampire. Oh, no, no, no. Exo, Exo, Exo, the very human, Vlad the Baguette. Alright. So that's triple meaning in French, is that right? Something like that. My second letter will be from No, no, no, I need to know your response to seeing this letter. Don't try to move past that. That's a good question. Does it arrive like the night that he's there? Like, Vlad's been tracking his movements? Or does it arrive later? It arrives a little bit later. It's like, you hear kind of a small of the right amount of later. You hear a pecking of the door and you open it, and a crow's standing on the floor on the ground with a letter and it's talons. No, it's talons. And it looks at you and just goes, uh, caw, and flies off. Buttered sounds. And it's like, I would know that caw anyway. He opens the letter up and he's just, like, smirking and shaking his head the whole time while he's reading it. Oh, Vlad, you're incorrigible. And, like, folds it back gently and sets it aside. My second letter is going to be from Frederick's bestie in the whole wide worldie, John Willoughby. Oh, man. You, uh, you received the letter. It's in. It seems a little bit worse for wear. Like it might have taken a fall in the mud before it reached the postbox. And opening the letter up, you see what can only be described as drunken handwriting. Excellent. Everything is scribbled. There are smears. And it reads as follows. My dear Frederick, you're the best friend in the entire world. I love you. I just wanted to say that the wine and ale that you provided were top-notch. Just all-cap. And I was so excited to meet your lovely fiancée, Georgiana. It's like various G-E's or J-E's or anything. There's a Q in there, I just can't. And I cannot wait until the wedding reception. Not the wedding. Yours truly, John Willa. And it just cuts off as if he fell asleep before he could finish spelling his last name. Excellent. Amazing. Who's the lush now? Oh, my gosh. Oh, man. Let's see, let's see. Petition to make the rest of this podcast just letters back and forth between characters. The rest of the story is told in letters. I think... I want to send some more letters, or do I want to save them for later? There's a second epistolary phase before the upkeep of the other one, right? There is, there is. Let me save these then, because I feel like we have a lot to work with now. Yeah, that's a lot. Especially for a listener to figure out, because there's a lot of process. We're going to untangle it in this next chapter phase with a visitation chapter. So, KTRPGs are storytelling games. You can do whatever the heck you want with them. But the beautiful thing about this system, and about any system, is providing tools. And one tool for the chapter phase is the visitation chapter. Different forms of roleplay sections. In the visitation chapter, these are structured in a way that allows for a series of short scenes between characters. Such as the various meetups we just set up? Precisely. An intimate... nope, an opportunity for intimate conversations, and for characters to take action outside of the public eye. The purpose of this chapter is interpreted broadly. It may indeed be attendance at another's house, but it can also be an arrangement to meet somewhere by mutual agreement. Like at dawn by the drop point? Yes! Or at dawn in the garden! Not that one. I'm a bad fiancé. I got debts to pay. So we have... Cat nails to black. I think that since it was the most time sensitive, perhaps we should start with what our dearest Frederick... Dawn! Dawn! Dawn! Dawn! Dawn! What happens? I... so when I read both letters, I have a mild crisis, and then immediately cast aside my fiancé because I have to do this. This is more important. I gotta do this. And then I have a very sleepless night, and then as soon as I start to rest my eyes, the sun peeks through the window, and I'm like, Welp, guess we gotta go. And I run over to the drop point. Welp. In my finest attire. What is the drop point? I feel like it's by the old abandoned mine in town. Mmm. Pearlsfield is not at all known for its mines. Exactly. They don't have any anymore. There's gotta be something! There's gotta be something! And there wasn't! Our one dwarf in town. I feel like Crusty did that at some point just because he was bored. And he's like, there's literally nothing in this rock. All the haunted mines in all the starter towns are always really big in their own dungeon. I kinda want this mine to just be like, 20 feet deep. Yeah, it's like a cave, and they're like, nah. That's about the only thing they do, nah. They dug for like, three days and then got bored. It's just like, eh, there's probably nothing in there. They talk about taking it for granite, and I'm like, no! It has a sign that says keep out, or don't, we don't care. It's like one of those Minecraft things where there's like six pillars and a little tumbler in the middle, and that's it. So that is where you go to meet your finest attire. You arrive at the drop point, and in the mine, dark and unlit, just at the barest beginning of the sun rays beginning to creep in, out from the shadows, a cloaked figure approaches. Yes, Sam? What's up? Can you please have like, a sound signal to tell the dove you're there? Oh yeah, there's a bird call that we set up before I... Oh, you know what it is, though? A little whistle. No. Like, no. Doves are not native to this land. Doves are not native to anywhere. Doves are bred species. They're not? They're not a feral animal like dogs. We bred doves. Or is that pigeons? I'm thinking about pigeons. I feel like that's pigeons. That's pigeons. They're like the same thing. That's not true at all. Maybe... Yeah, I feel like I get to the little thing and I just go... And then out of the shadow approaches the cloaked figure. I have a lot of trepidation. Have I worked with a dove before in any shady dealings? Somehow you owe them money. How do you owe them money? Of course, yeah. What happens? Well, you know, sometimes you overspend on investments and then they go bottom up or belly up and then you have to find a way to deal with it and so you reach out to some of your more unsavory contacts and you get a little loan real quick and sometimes that loan has tremendous amounts of interest and then you just keep owing them money and then you gotta figure it out and you just keep doing that for a while and then you're stuck in a vicious cycle. So you owe them... It's a classic predatory loan. I've got like a bag of money and I've got a nice fancy dagger that I don't know if it is actually decorative or a real dagger but I've got it just in case and it makes me feel better. Sometimes you get sharked at pool by the same person four times in a row. But, you know, it's hard to... I'd already exhausted... like bank because they don't know I'm broke and I can't have that go around town so I have to go to a little more unsavory sources. The cloaked figure approaches from the shadow. Very impressive that you didn't notice her before because the cloak is white. That's quite the outfit. And their face is not visible in the shadow of the cloak. I tried to put on a brave face and a little tough guy exterior and I'm like, well, well, dove I've got the goods. If you've got the hands just take it. How does this work? Slowly her arm stretches out and even her hand is just gloved with white with gold claws on each fingertip and she holds out her hand. Your aesthetic is always so good. I have to take notes sometime. I included a little extra. You'll notice. I hope this improves our... I don't know if I'd call this a relationship but, you know, our mutually beneficial arrangement. You're like a civilian on their first run. Oh, absolutely. She's talking way too much. She slowly pulls the drawstring of the bag and reaches a clawed, a gloved, clawed gloved hand. She pulls out a single piece of gold and looks it over on either side, holding it between her fingers. She drops it back in, weighs the bag, cinches it and tucks it into her cloak and says, Oh, Frederick, you're not going to pay off your debt if this is all that you can give me. Things are turning around. With that little Beyonce of yours. Yeah. Yeah. Things are turning around. It's going to be a lot. Dude, do you know how rich that family is? I'm going to be fine. I'll get your money soon. That would be good. I just need a couple more months, okay? It's still working. I'm going to need a little of this payment next month. Next month? I can do it in two. Next month, Frederick. Or maybe I'll pay a little visit to that pretty little Beyonce of yours. No. I guess you guys don't have to benefit. She just has to scare me. Okay. Yep. No, that's yeah. Okay. Next month. Got it. I'll make do. Good luck with the wedding. Why couldn't she just go visit Aunt Agatha? Aunt Agatha. Oh no, not Aunt Agatha. Oh, how terrible. Why do they always threaten the one I actually love? Alright. One month. Double the payment. I can make that work. You will make it work, Frederick. Yeah, I guess I don't really have a choice, do I? Oh, thanks. That means a lot, actually. And she fades back into the shadows. And as soon as she leaves, I just kind of like, all the stress hits at once and I'm just like, okay. Alright, one month. We could maybe move the wedding up. I could talk to her father about there's options. We can figure something out. We'll be fine. We'll figure something out. We'll be fine. Fine. And I'd look and see where the sun is in the sky and then I'd run over as fast as I can to attempt to meet my fiance. Though maybe not for selfless reason. I think when you arrive at the garden, she's not there. Mother's already gotten her talons in her. Talons all around today. Alright, well, at least they'll be busy and occupied. I'll go work on this while no one else is looking. Does someone else have a scene that they want to propose next? If not, I have one that is connected, but I also want to open it up to y'all. We could do a Vlad meeting. Doesn't have to happen yet. We could do Vlad meeting Ephraim upon his arrival. Absolutely. Yes, please. We definitely need to do that. You get another letter kind of on the day of his arrival being like, Ah! Eee! It is so good to be arriving in the Pearl Place. And... And... He kind of indicates where he wants to meet. Where in this place, Rebecca, would a totally human, not vampire person want to meet? Just not at daytime, because daytime's not their thing. That sounds right. The Goat's Head is the largest and most well-established tavern. It's not really a place for gentlemen outside of community events, though. I feel like that's a bit too public. He's probably going wherever he's staying. Okay. Which would probably be in the Worthington Manor. Yeah, we have like a guest wing. Or a state? Yeah, we have a guest wing. I imagine both he and Georgiana are staying in the other wing. I don't know, I feel like he's so close with Ephraim, I feel like... Maybe he just shows up at Ephraim's house expecting to stay there. Yeah. I feel like, yeah, I think that's more accurate to Vlad than... I feel like Niles, especially with Niles being kind of cleric-y, you definitely get bad vibes from Vlad, and Vlad would not like being in that home. That is a question, actually, because Ephraim's not from Pearlsfield, but he has money now. Does he own a nice house in Pearlsfield? Yeah, I think he would have purchased a not like huge house, but you know, a nice house. Yeah. In one of the, you know, in the well-to-do part of town. Maybe when Vlad shows up, Ephraim is still in the process of having things moved into the house. Yeah. I like that. There's just like some half-orc movers, just like a couch in one arm, and like an end table, and like a half of a bed frame in the other arm, just moving things. Half-orc, half-human, all quality service. I like the idea that there's like, Vlad has his own Renfield type. It's like this little decrepit man who always goes before him everywhere he goes, and so you hear kind of a feeble knock on the door after like proper calling hours. You hear like a feeble knock at the door, and then you hear like a thick French accent. No, you have to knock louder than that, see? And then you just hear a louder, like, impatient knock at the door. Oh, sorry, master. What are you doing? Does anyone else want to be the smaller Frenchman? I'll be the small one. Oh no, you have to knock louder. You are knocking too quietly. Is it like this? And I kind of throw my whole body into the door. Yes! Yes, Pierre! Against the door! Against the door! And by the time the door is opening, he's just like Has he been slamming Pierre against the door? Vlad is just like slamming Pierre against the door. And as soon as you open the door, they both just stop, and Vlad's like, Thank you for knocking, Pierre. He's like holding Pierre by the back of his shirt. Yes! I just stare and freeze at you, and then I'm like I am pleased to introduce Monsieur Vlad, my grandfather. Wait, he's my grandson. That was our story, yes. No, no. Master. Ah, Pierre, so good to see you. Vlad. Give the bags. As you wish, as you wish. I must say, I wasn't expecting you so soon. Ah, well, you know what they say about humans. We travel quickly, and when we arrive, we are really here. That is what they say. Yes, I believe I have heard them say that. Silence, and let you, Pierre, glad I was such a mess. Ah. So stupid. He just cowers in the corner. Is this your home? It is so wooden. It is a very it is a wooden. It is rustic, Master. Yes, that's why there is a place where I come from, a human country, where they have a shop called Home Goods. This gives Home Goods vibes. Can you say that again, Master? I just love hearing you say that phrase. Home Goods vibes. Thank you. Well, thank you, Vlad. I appreciate hearing that from a good friend. Ah, yes, it's a fact we are friends. You and me. A man and another man. Wait, you're not a man. What are you? He's a man. He's a man. Now, we are all men here, except for him. He is half-elf. The rest of us are fully human. I'm half-elf on my grandmother's side. Silence. Now, tell me. Shut up. Tell me, what do you do for fun around here? Well, I think I still have some choice leftovers from the party last night. How long after the party is Vlad showing up? I think it's like a week. Okay. I still have some leftover wine and ale from the party about a week ago. Quality stuff, if you're interested. I'm so sorry. My stomach is giving me issues. Do you have a doctor in town? Preferably a lonely and unpopular doctor who I could see about my stomach issues. Well, there's the lonely and unpopular town drunk, but I don't know if we have a lonely and unpopular doctor. Perhaps a strange hermit that has some abs? Or some especially vulnerable young people with nice and fresh ideas? No social support? Need a new friend? A new person in town to say hello to? I'm nothing if not beneficial to my friends. Well, the public house is always where a lot of the young people meet up. I will go scout and find a good person for you. Yes, yes, go, go, go, go. Can I shuffle shit at the door? Now, do you have any room for me to stay out preferably on the ground floor? Maybe even how you say, the basement? Why, yes, I do believe this house has a basement. We haven't put anything down there yet. If you'd like, you're welcome to stay here. Oh, brilliant. He opens the door back up. Pierre! On the machines! Do you want me to scout or unload first, Master? Ask the boss! Okay. Right now! And, uh, you see, like, he whistles a little tune and you see twelve rats bring all your stuff into the room. They're very large rats. No, they're not even large rats, they're just like, um... They're like ants, they carry more than their weight. Right, like in a Looney Tunes cartoon where there's a watermelon just moving across the ground and you pick it up and there's a single ant. I was thinking it was like the sewer rats that everyone fights at level one. Yes. They're just friends. Ephraim just sort of blasély just watches the rats move all of their stuff through the door. He's like, Huh. Well, I'm going out for the evening. You're more than welcome to make yourself at home. You and your, uh, friends. Ah, oui, but you've not told me. Where are you going? Oh, I just have to go meet up with another old friend of mine. Is his friend lonely? Probably. But he would also be missed. Wow. Do you know of anybody who is, how do you say, would not be missed? Well, like I said, there's the there's the town weather worker, but, uh... Are we going to introduce and kill this character in this thing? I don't know if you would want to get within, say, 20 feet of him. He smells peculiar. Oh, that's just true. Oh, look up his ass! You hear a small voice out from the distance. Does he smell garlicky? Kind of yells him in a foreign language. He points over and there's like, there's someone walking by, just having a late night stroll. Who is it, Rebecca? Not someone we know from the story. Oh, man. Oh, man. It is a couple. No, it seems to be one person. No, make it a couple. I have an idea. It's a couple on a late night stroll. Also, this home, I think he said, was in town. On a street. And things are fairly quiet. The lamps are lit, but most people are home by now. But yeah, it's this couple. It's a tall It is a tall firbolg gentleman. He is wearing a top hat and a suit coat and no pants because he's a firbolg. And he is walking with a dwarven woman who has curly mutton chops. Pierre accidentally stumbles into one of them and as he's falling, kind of like twists his own leg very Oh, no. Help. I can't help. It's broken. Help me. Help. Please. Oh, look. We've got to help this person. Please. Don't you know the doctor? And the firbolg says Yes, I do. I am a doctor. I'm a licensed doctor. My name is Dr. Leo Schaffhausen. And he kind of waves him into the house. Come. Come into this room. I can't walk. My leg Oh, bring him in. He'll need your help. Come. Someone carry me, please. The dwarf just like heaves him up and tosses him over her shoulder You'll hear more bones cracking And as they go into the house Vlad just turns towards Vlad just turns towards Ephraim and just goes, yes, one last question. Where is the Windex? Do you have a Clorox? Fleeing supplies? Bleach? I'll find it. I don't know if they've been unpacked yet, but I'm sure Pierre can find them. I can find them. Just fix my leg and I'll be as good as ready. You go enjoy your time out. We'll be fine. Okay. And this door locks, yes? Of course. In this part of town? Perfect. Ephraim sort of stops it and he like stops Vlad for a second as the other three go into the house. Has Pierre been taking acting lessons? Oh, yes. He's involved in the community theater where we are. He was in how do you say, Paris or Penzance before he left? He is very talented. Unfortunately, he is a base, which means there are very few roles. He was understudied by Annie, but it did not go well. It was a hard knock down moment, if you know what I mean. Ephraim's just like, ah, yes. Shame. And then he just continues on along his way. Fantastic. And the door closes so fast. You just hear in the background a... Which this leads great into something I realized I forgot. Into what, pray tell? How did this possibly lead into anything? Ephraim is supposed to start with a rumor about his misdeeds and an extra negative tag. So, to him, you can go ahead and add bad connections, I think is what it's called. If Vlad's anything, he's an unfortunate connection. We'll figure out the rumor as we go. I'm going to rewind time for the next scene. Can the rumor be that Vlad might be a werewolf? Next rumor phase, which is after this chapter phase, I believe. No, next is reputation and then epistolary. And then we'll have another rumor phase next time. Oh, but the rumor about um, that uh, uh, uh, Ephraim is the prince of werewolves. And Vlad is his werewolf. I knew in town. Now that I'm done being confused, rewinding time back to the, the morning after the party, as dawn, the dawn sun rises over the east garden of the worthy king. Do do do do do do do Do do do do do do Georgiana sits alone. For some time. Until she finally stands up, looks at the door, and takes a walk. And I feel bad. Miles, how do you start your morning? Uh, he wakes up at the buttcrack of dawn, and like he starts by making breakfast for Father Phineas, and then starts by waking Father Phineas up and like giving him his daily sponge bath. Miles, I need to be bathed. I, I know. I know. Um. Dylan's like all the old, little old men. I'm a little old man. I imagine that Father Phineas is like super duper British though. Let's see. Like super uppity British. Hey Luke! Of course now! Miles! Miles! I must be bathed! I, I know. Here comes the sponge. It's cold, Miles! Heat it up! Uh, it, it has been heated up. It's so cold! You're just so old. What did you say, son? Nothing. I, I just said that it does feel cold. You're 100% right. Okay, Miles. Yeah. Knock, knock, knock. I'm not decent! Uh, yes, no. One moment. Please, one moment. Uh, and he kind of. He just pours the shade over him. The whole body. Yeah. He swaddles up Father Phineas and just puts him back in his bed. Uh. He's like, he opens the door and he's holding him like a baby. Bottle in mouth. It's actually a pipe. Like, instead of giving him a bottle, he gives him a pipe. Yeah, he's like, there you go. Uh, and he has like a sleeve. He basically looks like a butler right now because he's like dressed for the day but his sleeves are rolled up and his like, his like, undercoat is like half covered in water because he's been sponge bathing a small old gnome. Um, and like his hair is a bit unkempt because he's just been like doing all the chores all morning. Anyway, he opens the door like, yes, how can I help you? As you crack the door, you immediately take a deep breath as perfume hits your nose and when you finish opening it, there before you is the lovely Georgiana. Her hair Yes, how can I help? Good morning. All Father bless you. Thank you! is braided around her head her bangs are neat and she has around her shoulders this lovely shawl made of pearlescent cotton pearl-filled cotton that is embroidered with just an intricate design and she smiles at you and says oh, good morning. I hope I'm not here too early. Oh, not at all. And he has like an apron on that has like flour on it and he kind of like holds his wrist out and kind of like tries to get it under the sun to like see what time it is. It is. That's fine. It's fine. Come in, please. Come in. What a pleasure to have my morning routine so lovely interrupted. You get back in bed. Get back in bed. I can't. You've wrapped me so tightly I can't move. I'll be right back. And you just like, after a few moments of just like hearing clothes being flung around the room, like he just kind of shoves out the father, like not in a like in a way that In a behavioral manner, yeah. Oh, hair model, man. In a way where a parent knows the kid will be fine. Like he's not hurting never ever would ever hurt anyone. It's not an abusive relationship. No, not no. Well, it is but not from that end. Yeah. Have you had breakfast? No, I would love something to eat. Oh, yes. I just prepared I prepared it for two, but three is super easy. And a few moments later, you see them both kind of sitting at this very kind of meek and meager table with a very simple like cloth dress, not cloth table cloth on it. Yeah, table dress. Yeah, table dress. And it has like a very simple set around it. Nothing like what they'd have at the manor, but it's just very simple parsonage stuff. And kind of in there's two seats, one on either end, and then there's a third one that's kind of like a high chair. Old man high chair. It's an old man high chair. And he has a single boiled egg. Yes. Yes. Spoons that I just kind of scoop out the innards of. It's like a quail's egg. It's like in the little mount. I imagine Niles would go through the trouble of cutting out like toast soldiers for him to dip in the egg. For sure. Yes. And they each have like different weapons. Like he's gotten really good at it. You know, I served in the war back in the day. Yes, we know. We know. And he kind of like just puts his hand on Father Face's hand and kind of taps it forward, and he dips the soldier right in. There we go, General. Good job. Georgiana is quiet. She smiles, and she's polite, and she kind of pokes at her food. But you'll catch her just kind of looking down at it and getting distant. Oh, oh, oh my goodness. Is that not the way you like eggs? I can do the fried? This is lovely. This is fantastic. Boiled? Hard boiled? Soft boiled? Soft boiled? She puts out her hand and puts it on yours. Huevos rancheros. Ah. Raw. No. I knew when I said it. Definitely not raw eggs. I really don't have much of an appetite. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Are you ill? I think I could use some fresh air. Would you like to take a time about the garden with me? Oh, yes. One moment. Are you done, father? Say what? Father Finneas. He's fine. And it kind of brings him out to the back garden. Very meek. What's that term? Not mediocre. Very humble. Humber. Humber and meager. That's the name of the chapter. Meagle and Humber. I'll just say my little devotions with the squirrels if that's okay. Of course. Of course. Yes, sir. And he kind of like buckles him into a little rocking chair and kind of sets it rocking. Thank you, Miles. Yes, sir. You've rocked me too fast. Okay, I'm sorry. I'm getting seasick, Miles. I'll slow it down. I'm sorry. I forgot. When the door closes, do you like walk away from the father? As soon as he's at an appropriate rate, yes, we do walk away from the father. That is the eventual goal. Was he calling you Miles with an M? Yeah. It's just something he does. It's a nickname. A nickname that I'm not very fond of, but he's old. It's fine. I see. You're engaged! Congratulations again. You may not be able to hear me over all the noise in the party, but congratulations. How did that come about? How's it going? She just stares at the ground. And then she covers her face with her hands. Like in an annoyed way or like in a crying way? Like in a maybe about to cry way. Oh my gosh. Can I turn away from like where the crowd can see her crying because I imagine like it's in town. Oh, I'm thinking about my country. Oh, they're outside. Oh, that's right. Yeah, I feel like the person is just outside of town. No, you're right. Yeah. Kind of in a way that protects her honor, but like kind of away from like the public byway, I guess. You're still in sight of the father. Yeah. He's not paying attention. He never does. It's like not in the middle of nowhere. You're just walking through the little field with the little copes of trees. There's a little path just like around the orange. Alright, perfect. He like puts his hand on her like really concerned for a moment and then realizes what he's done and kind of like goes back where he's just kind of like very barely touching her shoulders one with each hand. I'm so sorry. Did I offend you? Niles would absolutely huff her hand. God leave room for the author. She takes a deep breath and she straightens up and she says, No, you didn't offend me at all. I'm just very stressed and I don't know who to talk to and I don't want to put all of this on you because I already put so much on you, Niles, and you're far too good. I don't know what to do. No, no, no. You can talk to me. That's literally what I'm paid for. But we're doing this as friends. You don't have to pay me. You're my friend. I don't want to treat you like you're some faceless clergyman for me to unload on. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come. No, no, no. What are friends for? I will help in whatever way I can. As I've always done. You have been such a dear friend to me, Niles. I don't know what to do. Your brother is wonderful, truly a generous and lively spirit. We were introduced by our friend, Esfram, and we clicked and our businesses clicked. Him being the heir to a textile fortune and me with my fashion business. It just made sense. He's holding her hand a little bit too hard now. He's also squeezing her hand tight. Yeah, for sure. He's not trying to be aggressive at all, obviously. It's very much like they're both very stressed out by this and trying not to be like Is that so? Squeezes even harder. So hard it hurts your hand. She's got a grip. She knows. And I just feel so guilty because my the money is gone. What? It's gone. Well, it's not gone, but it's going to be. I have to. Oh, no, it's gone. I had all these pre-orders for the summer line. My premier line of clothing and it was going to set me up all this money and the clothing is gone and I don't even have enough from the pre-sales to make it all back up because it all burned to the ground and I don't know what to do. I need I hate myself. I need your brother's money and I'm a selfish person. No, no, no. My dreams are in ash and I have people relying on me for these clothes. They've already paid me and I've had to spend all that money just to clean this up and I still don't have the clothes. The warehouse has burned to the ground and I don't know what to do. I don't know how to tell your brother. I don't want to put this on him. I don't want him to think that it's just for the money. I really need the money and I'm a bad person. No, no, no. Not at all. I imagine that he probably lets her lean onto his shoulder a little bit. She just head-thumps into your shoulder and starts to cry. And he kind of looks around to make sure no one's walking down the path just because it's still in that period where any sort of touching is kind of weird. You just hear the father in the background being like, wee! He's doing his giving a homily to the squirrels and birds out there. I was going to say, you look back and there's a raccoon just rocking him in the rocking chair. Does Niles know about the money issues? No, Niles does not. He knows about hers. He doesn't know about... No. I haven't told anyone, have you? So how can I help? I don't know. I just need the money to fix this mess and I need to be a good fiancé. I don't know what to do. And you love him, right? I like him and I need him and that will have to be enough. Huh. I suppose what I need from you, Niles, is courage. I need my friend more than ever. Your mother's mean. She was very rude to you last night and I do not like that whatsoever. I just like that the father calls you Niles. That's not respectful. He's not that far gone. He can say your name properly. I mean, he's pretty old. He's basically a potato at this point. Alright, but if anyone else in the parish calls you Niles, I will correct them. Oh, that's very kind but not necessary. Niles, Niles, I mean, the rod nectar doesn't mean the alphabet anyway. But, yes, so, what we can do Milton, I need some Milton. There's like a there's like a jock priest from the next town that bullies him by calling him Niles. Like a minotaur priest. Like brother bro. Like something like that. Like brother Weldon. Yeah, bro Weldon. Don't call me father. Call me bro. How can I give you courage? I don't know. Just keep being you. Well, if there's one thing I'm okay at being, it's that. But how about to keep up your appearances, I can help you run some charities for the church or something where either we can help your thing make money. Obviously, we can't run a charity into you. That would be bad. No, we can't lie about something even worse. No, that would be very bad. But perhaps I could give sewing lessons for free and use the work to create clothes. If you need money, I keep five bucks under my pillow. Thank you, father. That's very generous. Does he hear that? But what about this? We can say that as a philanthropic endeavor, you come down and you are offering sewing classes at a reduced rate because you are a high-end designer and you can still charge, but just don't charge it exorbitantly and it'll still be a good deal and you can get some money that way and you look kind while doing it. Yes, yes. And you could help me spread the word at the temple meeting on Thursday. Yes, yes. And we can, in fact, maybe purchase some of the goods that your pupils make and we could give them to the poor. Exactly, yes. And helping other people. Miles, you're fantastic. Thank you. My rocking chair stopped. Coming, father. She kind of like gives Miles a look and hurries that way. You turn and the raccoon is just carrying him away. When Miles is by himself, he kind of just looks he sits there for a minute and just kind of says, she likes him. She likes him. Huh. Kind of shrugs to himself and walks away. It'll be a short scene I'd like to propose if that's okay. It'll be a short scene. But Frederick goes to the public house and asks the barkeep if they had seen that group of adventurers that came by because he had invested, I believe, into their expedition and was hoping for some return on that. Here's me being uneducated. Is the public house the same as like a tavern? Yeah. So you head to the goatee. That's what pub is short for. How soon does he go there? Like literally after he had his meeting in the cave and went to go see if Georgiana was there and then he goes straight over to the public house to figure out like, okay, I invested in these people let's see if anything's come of it. If I can get my cut. I need cash. When you arrive, you don't even have to talk to the owner because the party is there finishing their breakfast. My dear wonderful adventurers, how wonderful it is to see you this morning. How has the expedition gone? They all start talking at once. Okay, no, no, no. Just the tall one. Oh, go ahead. Start talking all at once. The dwarf at night. The bard. The bard was a... Halfling? Halfling? Yeah. So the one not tall one begins going, There's all sorts of things everywhere! And the guy just is very obnoxious. The dwarf there is also not tall. He's like, oh well, we've got some side things that we want to handle first. Got some pelts to take to the Tanner. I'm your ninja squirrel! Like, they all just... Lovely. Velka stands up and kind of like gestures for you to follow her away from the very noisy table. Sly is in the corner of the table just like making dagger sound effects as he swishes his dagger. Swish, swish, swish. He's like doing the... He's doing like the knife between the fingers. And he's like, and I got that one like this! And I got the other one like this! So Velka pulls you aside and says, Um, we haven't actually made it into the ruins yet. It's been like a week. It's been a day. It felt like a week. The party was last night. I know, but it felt... I mean, it does kind of feel like a week. How fast do adventurers move? Because we've already been doing other things. Yeah, that's more what I was wondering about. I heard that there were things happening with you guys. Yeah, we went into the woods and encountered some wolves. And then they wanted to take their pelts to the Tanner this morning to get money. Good luck with him, by the way. Yeah, I'm really concerned. Yeah, he's not okay. Do you have mental health professionals in this country? Oh, okay. So to the priest. Got it. But no, we have yet to get any real treasure that they are going to want to give away. They just have some money now. Oh my gosh, can we do a counseling session between Tanner and Nile? Yes, please. Yeah, that'll be a look down the road. Absolutely. I'm hoping to get us back on track. It sounds like you have quite the handful with that group. Yeah. It's tough being in charge of an adventuring party. I can only imagine. It's tough being in charge of just me and sometimes the other people around in my family. I can't imagine dealing with those kinds of personalities all the time. You'd think you'd get used to it, but nope. Well, if you happen to come across anything good, just let me know. Yes, and thank you for all the other things. And if you require more supplies, just say the word. We have already used half the healing potions. That's deeply unfortunate. After she says that, you hear the rogue doing the hand You hear the one doing the hand and knife thing, just go Ow! Curses! And then the part just goes, this'll never happen again! You just hear the uncorking of a potion bottle. You don't need to drink the potions after every... They're really better for picking people back up when they... I've got to go. Thank you so much for inviting us in. Thank you! Fantastic! And I think that's where we'll end this chapter. Hey everybody, Cam here. Thanks for listening to Minions and Misfits. 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