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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 3465171" data-attributes="member: 11760">Back in Maidensbridge, Ragglus is still attempting to spread the word of the Glangirn's upcoming musical entry "Farrins Is Stupid, Fat, and Stupid" (he was quite proud of the title), he cuts himself off in mid-fib as he notices Bufer and Emmerson putting their heads together and murmuring. He knows them both well enough to recognize the worry on their faces.Across The Cat & The Fiddle, Bufer catches Ragglus' eye and smiles grimly at him, beckoning him over with one hand, then turns back to Emmerson."I think we're in for a rough night, beanpole," the gnome says. "The constable's gone, the deputy's gone, the wizards are gone, most of the town is here or at the orchard, likely drunk an' unarmed, an' there's every possibility that the kobolds are crouchin' in the bushes outside, just waitin' to attack."He sighs, heavily."I hope ye said yer prayers this mornin', lad. We're gonna need 'em.""Lothian's blood!" Emmerson exclaims. "Are you certain? Would they risk an attack with Fiddler in our midst? That would be clever. Fiddler could use his bardic knowledge to weaken us."It is at this point that Milos begins to bang a wooden spoon against a pot."We'll be getting started with the contest shortly. Please clear this area here!" he says, indicating the area before the stairs leading to the second floor."Confound it! Of all the hours in the day, now the contest begins," Emmerson grimaces. He looks back, seeing Ragglus standing with them, seemingly sober and alert."Ragglus, seek the leader of the Glangirn clan and tell him of this, so he keep his fighters ready. I'll seek out the Farrin leader and tell him the same. Bufer, tell Tock Chandler to keep an eye on Fiddler. If Fiddler's part of the conspiracy, I hope he can counter his songs, but if he's not, I'd like him to keep him safe. Also, is there any way to alert your fellow gnomes at Wit's End?"Bufer hesitates."I'll see if I can find some'a the Bergin lads, see if they'll run back an' get word to Master Barennackle an' Lord Rubik, but if there's an attack in the offing, the kobolds are like to be watchin' the roads. It may not be safe."I'm through tellin' Tock Chandler anything, though, boy," he continues, sadly glancing over his shoulder at the bard. "I don't recokon he'd listen to me right now, anyway."Listen, while we spread the word, let's be careful to avoid spreadin' panic along with it, for Garl's sake. Stick to the facts, tell only who you have to, and make sure we're not overheard. All we know for sure is that there's an attack planned; we don't know for certain that it's happening tonight.""Indeed," Emmerson nods. "Our comments are for leaders only and with an emphasis on 'expected.' I'll speak with Tock. Lothian and Garl Glittergold be with us all."* * *The sparse crowd near the orchards and his wolf's pelt cloak make Hazel's father easy to spot. She speeds her steps even further, adjusting her grip on Reed as he stumbles."You're really gonna tell 'im, Haze? It was just playin'. There wasn't no danger in it. Didn't you never-""Try to bean dwarves on the head with rotten apples? No, I never did that." Hazel reluctantly smiles. "It was a fair sight to see, though.""Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" Reed's cocky grin returns. "Them Bergins is full of ideas and such."Hazel comes to a dead stop and leans down to look her brother in the eyes."Just don't mention that name in front o' Da, yeah? He won't like ya hangin' out with 'em. Now c'mon."She can tell the exact moment when her mother notices their approach: Rosalind's mouth drops open and she takes three steps forward, patting Jack's arm to get his attention. Hazel winces as she gets within earshot."-two clean children and I get back two mud-covered monsters.""It's not that bad, Mama. Leastaways we're not covered in green beer, eh?" Hazel looks about and sees Aspen standing a little ways off with the Cooper boy, a blush high on her cheeks. "An' you've still got one pure child. For a while yet, anyways."She earns a swat on the arm for that remark before Rosalind begins fussing over her youngest."Da?" Hazel motions him away and nods meaningfully up at the black silhouette of Green Mountain. "There was some trouble in town. Nothing's certain, mind, but seems it might be best to stay with a larger crowd. If we hurry back, I think we can still catch part of the bards' contest."* * *Emmerson approaches Tock Chandler, trying his expression as neutral as he can."Something may go down tonight. I ask you to keep you eye on Fiddler and let no harm come to or from him." Without waiting for a response, the paladin goes to look for the leader of Clan Farrin.Behind him, Stotch tugs on Tock's elbow, cutting off the bard's response to Emmerson."Friends are hard to come by, Tock, and can be as precious as gold. If your friends are in trouble, you should help them. I haven't known you long, but I think that deep down you know that this contest means little versus the lives of your friend and your cousin." Stotch sighs heavily. "Also, I don't think there's any substantial scratch to be won. More fun could be had elsewhere."He pulls back his cloak to reveal the hilt of his rapier."And I have a plan."</blockquote>

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