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R2: Rats in a Maze [Manzanita judging]

"Sounds good to me, I could do with the fresh air." says Metrius, keen to discuss matters with the group.

As they leave the inn he whispers to them "Be on your guard, there's something around, probably following us. Something with a long ratty tail..."
 

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Fimble McGee, Gnome Illusionist

Fimble greets Tor and Babette cordially, as always, and then relates to them what went on in Drezel's antique shop. "... So in the end, we know only what we knew before: that Drezel is suspicious. Like I said, he told us nothing, he just promised to meet us at the inn tomorrow morning with some information. Gods willing, he will turn into a useful ally. On the other hand, he could be in league with the bandits. The inn is a public place, so I can't imagine that these clandestine sewer people will commit a crime in broad daylight, but you never can be sure. What did the councilmen tell you? Do they have a layout of the sewers?"

Fimble discreetly whispers to Metrius, "Following us, you mean right now? All the way from Drezel's?"
 


Fimble McGee, Gnome Illusionist

"We have a few options. I can duck into this alley up here," he indicates a shadowed side street up ahead, "Slide on my dwarf costume," he wiggles his short fingers over his goatee, "And stalk the stalker. Or I could run back to Drezel's and see what he's up to." He thinks a moment. "Ah! Or I could cast a large glamer over one of our less fragile companions," he indicates Gideon and Tor, "While he ducks into the alley. We'll just have to be careful not to walk through the image. That would be awfully awkward." The gnome maintains a conversational tone and expression throughout his speech, looking casually around, trying to avoid suspicion but smell the rat.
 

"Could you make me look like a small but pungent piece of cheese?" Tor suggests with a grin. "Or perhaps a decrepid old cat?"
 

Fimble McGee, Gnome Illusionist

Fimble laughs but looks mildly embarassed. "Eheh, well, I must tell you, scents are significantly more difficult to conjure than images. Bending light, that's one thing, but the complexity of olfactory sensation in the humanoid nostril is... Well, I've tried, but I don't think I'll try again... Not for a while, anyway." He shudders. "So, sorry, no pungent cheese. Just cheese."
 

"I don't think we could fool an animal with cheese that didn't smell like cheese. Most animals rely on smell more than sight. That's why when you hunt, you don't want the wind moving from you to your prey."
 

"Well if he is following us, I'm not sure it matters so long as we don't go anywhere important. But it might make life easier if we can get it to confront us."
 

Fimble McGee, Gnome Illusionist

"And I'm guessing by their lack of response, the others don't have any good news for us. Did the council give us a clue, or are we still spellunking blind? If we have nothing, we have nothing to lose and everything to gain by capturing and interrogating our stalker." Fimble is still talking animatedly, his expression and tone don't match up with the seriousness of his conversation at all.
 


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