The Canterbury Tales- Chapter 4: Dead Drunk

Dropping the old blade, Professor Smiley looks deep in thought as he looks around the little mens camp. "I believe we are missing something here gentlemen. And it isn't evil spirits." he says starting to roll his sleeves back down. "These men were acting strange, but each in his own way. Just as the old man was acting strange when we encountered him and his cow." He again pauses deep in thought, "And I would say another person acting strangely this day was that baker."

The Professor starts in with his lecturers tone as he continues his hypothesising[sp?]. "What do the old man, the baker, and these men all have in common?" he asks looking at everyone and his eyes then stopping at the sack of grain. "Anyone have an ideal?"

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Wisdom is 9 so I am trying to play it out, which means he doesn't notice the answer especially when it is in front of his face. [/sblock]
 

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Alwyn frowns, pondering a moment as he culled his memory.

"We recovered the grain from the old man who died attacking his cow. We were woken later by the baker who was going to use the grain to bake with, claiming he was robbed by goblins. The men we found who had stolen the grain... seem to be lunatics... it seems the grain is the common factor..."
 

"Then we must not give it back to the baker, perhaps it would be better to destroy it. Then tell him it was lost." The Professor says. "We do not want the others to start behaving like these men."
 


"No wait.." Reginal says quickly. "I do not know what would happen should you inhale the smoke, even accidently. In India certain smokes can cause hallucinations."
 

"Why don't we bury it?" Francis asks casually. "It needn't be more than a foot deep. And what do we do with these three?" He points to the two unconscious men and the one still suffering the effects of the tainted grain.
 

"Without knowing anything precisely about what the grain did to them, I can only surmise that they may come out of there troubles by morning." The Professor states. "Disarming them and then letting them go would be what I suggest."
 


Francis switches gears abruptly, "We are just mere scouts, agents of the caravan. It is not our duty to decide the fates of these men or the tainted grain. Let us bring it back to the caravan and let them decide." He nods his head sharply, "That ought to absolve us of any responsibility."
 

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