Ptolus: The Legend of Longcoat


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Garnet remains silent as he follows his companions. He is careful not to make any sort of eye contact with the gnome. He silently wishes he had enough strength to put the gnome to sleep but Longcoat had taken every bit of arcane energy he had.
 

Trench said:
"Tell you what Master Gnome, how about we leave my name out of it, THEN I'll tell you the story?"
Wetfoot sighs.

"Hmm, I could do that. 'Anonymous heroes, too shy for the public limelight, free the city from the grip of terror!' And then, of course, when you decide to speak out, that could be another Pelican exclusive!"

The little gnome leads the group down toward Wharf Street. The fresh wind blowing off the Whitewind Sea has a cleansing effect on the group, blowing away the stench -- but not the memory -- of Longcoat's horrible lair.

The group stops at the base of the Dockmaster's strange double tower. Wetfoot looks up, and the group follows his gaze, where they see a basket on a winch swinging by an open window.

"This is the Dockmaster's tower. He doesn't see anyone," Wetfoot explains, "So you either have to send a message up by the basket, or with his girl, if she's still awake at this hour."
 


"Yell," the gnome says, leaning his head way back. "Oi! Dockmaster! Send the basket back down!"

After a moment, the winch dozens of feet above begins to squeal, protesting years of rust and build-up, and the basket begins to descend, jerking back and forth as it comes.
 

Ada nods to the cleric. "Well some of us wouldn't mind the glory to our gods. Others like myself would just rather keep it quiet. Either way, after we get our reward I'd be more than happy to share a drink and tell you what I know."
 

"Anyone got some paper for a note to go in the basket?" Garnet looks to the others gathered at the tower and then looking to the gnomish reporter.
 

Vanden fishes out a sheet of parchment from his scroll case, along with some chalk. He writes The Longcoat killer is slain, we would claim the reward you offered for him. on it.

Setting it in the basket, he turns to the gnome. "Is this all we need do to get the dockmaster's attention, then?"
 

Trench said:
Ada nods to the cleric. "Well some of us wouldn't mind the glory to our gods. Others like myself would just rather keep it quiet. Either way, after we get our reward I'd be more than happy to share a drink and tell you what I know."

Garn cracks an ugly smile at the woman "You don't want to be known as one of 'Garn's goons' in the broadsheets?" He turns to the gnome "You hear that stumpy? The lady's name here stays out of it. Unnerstan'?" The smile turns into a cold ugly glare as he waits for the gnome to confirm Ada's confidentiality.
 

The message delivered, Maugra waits patiently. She is not very comfortable with the journalist hanging around. Attention the likes of which he brings is something she is not accustomed to.
 

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