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Alan felt pulled this way and that, by all the repeated comments about princesses and all the complicated feelings he was beginning to realize that he had about that, and by the emotion in Page's face, and by how lost Bradrick was. He just wanted to crawl into a hole and cry himself to sleep, to...

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"Eyes open for clues," says Lavina with a nod. "Nose as well. Perhaps seeing more of this place will grant some insight."

Alan had the look of someone who had been convinced that up was up and down was down for his entire life, who had recently been informed by Up that it was actually Sideways. He held up a finger to protest, and then thought about it. "You know what? Yes, if this is my keep, you can stay here...

"Oh yes. This is Bradrick, who lives in the same village I do. And Page, who is, ah... a newcomer." Alan lamely had nothing left to say, so he clammed up.

"Oh! Page. Thank Heavens you're okay. I - ah." Alan looked a little embarrassed to be sharing a confined space with a wet and pretty fey, and instinctively reached for his jacket in a chivalrous gesture, only to realize he didn't have one. So he instead, responded to Selythin's question. "I'm...

"Shall some of us work as a distraction while the others make the delivery discreetly?" inquires Lavina. "Possibly a good idea."

Alan takes the rope, and half-crawls into the boat, making sure that Bradrick was okay as well. Then he looked around. "Page?" he called out. And then he looked at those he was sharing the boat with. Alan was not what you're call one of nature's born heroes; he looked very ordinary, his...

(Ha, my lowest stat. Don't need STR too much as a tailor. But let's see what Alan can do...) Alan struggled to stay in control with the current, and shouted as he tried to reach out. "Grab my hand!" Then he turned towards the others present. "Everyone! I need some help!"

Alan hesitated for a moment, and then felt a stab of guilt at the fact that he had hesitated. The man was a bully and a jerk and an awful person, and Alan hated how much all that reminded him of himself. All the same: he was a person in need, and he had his decent moments, and more than...

"That's all for now. I think we may have more once we have more rosemary, as where rosemary leads, questions follow."

"Hmf." Disappointed with her lack of leads, Lavina opts to meet up with the others. She'll try talking to the halfling Edra, should she find her way there in time; try and converse casually, halfling-to-halfling, and get a little information out of her that way.

"Oh no..." Alan was out the door like a shot, and ran towards the others, shouting. "Listen! She says she can get us out of here! It - it might not be what you're used to but it's got to be better than here! Ma'am, whatever I can - " He paused, and looked downcast. "I'm sorry. I should have...

"But if they won't survive, how will I? I mean I'm - " Alan paused a long moment, working it over in his head. As he thought, all that could be heard were her sobs and the lashing of the rain. "I'm from the Feywild?" Alan look out the window, at his neighbors and friends, and frowned. "We...

GM, I promise I'm not trying to fight the premise. 🙂 Just that Alan is going through a lot and is reluctant to abandon his life - or to abandon the people he knows to a dreadful fate. If he is told he has a chance to prevent everyone's doom by coming with the mysterious person he's talking to...

"You don't have to call me 'princess,' honestly. As I explained, I - " Alan paused, finally managing to sort the contradictory images out - realizing that whatever this was, it must be some kind of witchcraft. He knew a little magic - it had come easily to him, since finding the bracers - but...

"You came out of nowhere! You're saying these... these things, and you're tracking mud everywhere and you're saying my mother's dead and - " Alan sucked in a deep breath, trying to soothe the turmoil - so naturally, the thunder chose that moment to crack, loud enough for the walls to shake...

Lavina nods, and departs for the herb garden. Her cover story, which has the benefit of being true, is that she's a gourmand and interested in rare herbs & spices to expand her culinary repertoire, and has head great things about this place.

Alan blinked a few times at the momentary flicker - did she look different? Instinctively, he took a step back. Once she was back to the way he'd seen her outside, he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "'Princess.' Okay. So, that word must mean something different where you're from, because around...

"It's... Alan, actually..." Alan paused as mud caked his outfit, the words do you know how long it took me to make this and how much it cost rising in his throat before he caught himself and reminded himself that it was just a suit and it could be cleaned. He led her away from the line...