A mad Gypsy #26

“You left me!” Valda screams at you, “Lying in a pool of spit!!”
“Hey,” laughs Dorbane as you both enter your room, “at least it was your spit.”
He easily dodges the empty water pitcher as it smashes against the door.

After calming the irate Gypsy, you go over all that you learned…as well as your plan.
She shakes her head in disbelief, “Wow. That is one serious dungheap. And you think this will work?”
You shrug, “What have we got to lose?”
“Quite a lot, actually,” she scoffs. “We don’t know any of these folks—captains or not, and that Raywhen seems a bit too cool blooded. Elves are supposed to be kind and loving, aren’t they? Your description makes him sound more like Toma. What makes you think any of these players won’t turn on us?!”
Dorbane stretches out on the cot in the corner. “It’s all we have to go by.”
Valda pulls her hair back into a tight ponytail, “So where’s Dagan?”
You examine the sword you took from Julian. “Prepping his father for tonight. We’re going to need everyone’s help to pull this off and still keep the peace.”
“So what do you want me to do?” she asks, though she still doesn’t look happy.

“We need you to help Aggie create a distraction to keep Toma in the Tavern until our backup arrives.” Go to page #103
“I need you to work a little magic.” Go to page #27