Final words...

Meanwhile, back at the jail...

Veyk
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Veyk wakes up about an hour later in a prison cell with a headache and an extremely ugly orange coverall.
There's a man -- not the inquisitive -- wearing a brown coat and hat sitting on the other side of the bars.
He doesn't look impressed with you.
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Groaning... Bhalag pushes himself up and gets on his feet. " Ugh... Aren't there laws in this town against beating an unconscious man? "

He gives himself a bit of a shake, and rubs his feels his around his head for swelling.

" What's the world coming to when an honest guy gets assaulted by the Watch? "
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Meanwhile, in Jail...

Veyk
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The man shrugs.
"Could be. I don't know."
He pauses.
"I'm just a dream, possibly caused by a concussion, possibly by a bad reaction to a color spray. Possibly I'm what you normally dream about anyway. If it is, you really need to do more with your life."

He pauses again.

"But as a dream, I'm connected to your unconscious mind, which has been hearing the watch report. You're in trouble."

He opens a hip flask and sips from it, not inviting you to share.

"A brawl in Sharn would be a quick fine. Sadly for you, this stopped being a brawl ten corpses and an arson ago."

Another sip.

"Vessagay is the senior inquisitive in Sharn with any magic expertise, so he got stuck on the case. Which is even more sadly for you, because he's a real hardnose. As you know."

Another sip.
"So you had better listen to your unconscious mind now: he's got a lot of charges he can throw at you, most of which will stick. Fortunately for you, the King's Dark Lanterns are interested in this. If you agreed to cooperate with them they might get you remanded into their custody. Do you think you're likely to do that?"

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" Well, I must say that if you are just a dream, then it is very strange that you have not turned into a hobgoblin, or an orc, or an elf or nymph yet, like most of my other imaginary comrades. You would also know that since I am not a Brelish national, I am an odd choice for the Dark Lanterns. If, instead, you are not a dream, you likely know that anyway since you would have gone through all of my stuff. "

" But let us say for a moment, my good fellow, that whatever task the Dark Lanterns might have for me would not conflict with my very few real loyalties, and I might, might be interested in working on their behalf. I am rather opportunistic at times, and they are not exactly bad friends to have, so there is an advantage in cooperating. "

" Of course, I have serious doubts about whether this Vessagay fellow can make completely baseless charges upon me stick, the baseless ones being all the charges that have nothing to do with me misleading officers of the law in a completely non-nefarious attempt to allow certain individuals to pursue their own investigation of the murderers. I must admit, that several parts of me would like nothing more than to give trial a shot, for my own amusement. "

" Of course the possibility exists that this unscrupulous sounding Vessagay fellow could twist the law in ways it is not meant to be and do great injustice upon me. And, I am afraid it is not a forgone conclusion that I could make a great deal of money in my counter-suit against the Watch, should they be of unsound character. So, for the sake of expedience, and the curiosity of several other parts of me, let us say that I may cooperate with the King's Dark Lanterns, at least insofar as they reveal their scheme for me, to me. "
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" So, anything else you would like to share with me, oh figment of my mind? "

(This update it brought to you by " Shameless Bumping To Get Your Attention Inc. " Just to let you know I'm around for the time being.)
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Meanwhile, back in jail

Veyk
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"Well, that'll work out very nicely then." says the man cheerfully.
"As a reward, let me accommodate your sense of aesthetics."

He turns into a buxom blonde nymph. The effect is somewhat spoiled by the men's clothes.
Then she turns into a hobgoblin whose cranial structure is not all that supportive of hats.
Then the hobgoblin turns into an elf and the elf turns into an orc.
Then the orc turns into a changeling with a certain male quality.

The changeling tips his flask to you in salute.
"See you soon!"

He takes two swallows and disappears.
 

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( Like, " Poof! " disappears, or leaves? )

Bhalag takes a moment to consider the words of the changeling, figment or not. A job with the Lanterns would not particularly be a bad fit for him, though there is some issue of whether it would conflict with his loyalties to native Cyre. In any case, there is not to do but watch and wait to see what is going to happen.
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"Good," Kae says approvingly as she notes the general consensus and sees Rethlin binding the mook. "Once you have him trussed, wrap him up in this as well." She quickly strips the bed of its sheet and tosses it over. "It should stop him wriggling around too much."

Once that job is done she will retire to one of the other rooms, seizing lightly upon whichever one looks the nicest if she gets the chance. If there aren't enough rooms to go around she'll invite Ambra to share with her - in which case she'll be all the more certain to claim the best and biggest room for the two of them and firmly close the door in the face of the menfolk.
 

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After watching and waiting for a little while, Bhalag decides that perhaps it would be best to actual spend his time doing something constructive, like getting out of this cell.

" Well, if this is a dream... maybe I can get my stuff back by just thinking about it... Chainmail, heavy shield, a good longsword... Except, I'll make it all magical, and shiny. Because this is a dream, right? I mean... People don't go ' Poof! ' . Rather, they do go ' Poof! ' , but this phenomenon still is more widely encountered in the mind than in reality.
"

After that is said and done. He attempts to extricate from this cell, first by way of the door, and if there is no door, or it is locked, he decides to pull the bars apart with his fantabulous dream strength.

Assuming that he can escape this cell, Bhalag surmises that either getting out will signal the waking life guards to come and beat him senseless again, or that he should wake up, the cell being merely a metephor for his unconscious state. Or something like that.
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