Cap'n Voodoo's Freebooter PBP

Game Master voodoo chili

est. 2011
PF6 Fun and Plunder in Green Ronin's Freeport, around the Shackles, and Beyond
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Old Nestor is swept off the bench and lies sprawled across the floor in a puddle of brine bellowing about assault and hateful halflings. The guard and Keril rush back into the showers looking alarmed until they assess the situation.

Neril laughs loudly, "It seems Lord Poonami has a much more efficient system then we've got. Pipe down old man, at least you got the warm water."

Seeing that everyone's about washed up, Neril jerks his head to the door, "If you're done, the boss is gonna have some questions."


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

Feeling a mite more socially acceptable, Jim follows.


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Whistling as he drips and drags, Dibbets stumps after Jimmer.


Tired of the keel grinding sound of Dibbets dragging the chest, the Groom lends a hand and grabs the other end. Nestor follows glaring figurative daggers at the halfling's back. Kaul and Dingus bring up the rear.

Keril and the guards lead you to a bare basement office to stand dripping a while before the 'Boss' appears. He seems a bit out of place; handsome and well groomed with a commanding presence and decency you'd hardly expect for so lowly a station.

He introduces himself, "I'm Captain Sondek. Gorster tells me that you were trespassing in the sewers, but have made some claims. Speak your piece, but bear in mind that I have little patience for the lies of smugglers, thieves and other low-lives that seek to misuse the sewer ways."


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Smiling as he cuts the patently absurb figure that he knows to be Dibbets considers proffering a hand to be shook... but reconsiders. He opens amiably enough "Aye, we've a piece tae speak-like... an I ken assure ye we ain't intrested in misusin tha sewers... more like cleanin 'em up. An we only needs tae tresspass cos yer men wouldnae speak tae us an let us in all proper an approved like."

Patting the chest beside him "In 'eres tha proof... but we's tracked down a den o' proper fecked up bastards who were abusin tha sewers proper like. Most o' tha talkin we should saves fer the council... but it's tae do wi tha brain boil, bastards from outta Freeport tryna make it theirs... and the black hearted pricks from the Blackened Knot."


The pale blue eyes seem to peer right into your heart searching for fiendish intent. "Very well, you have my attention. What is your proof?"

Nestor leans in at this point, " I can show you the spot. I'd be happy to. It won't take long."


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 70/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: -

Still soggy and exuding the faint smell of a wet dog, Kaul grins as he delicately cleans his battered ear with his hook.

"Hur. Shanked 'em good. Cleaning up some o' the crap like.. hur."


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

"On the strength of rumor, we were looking to talk to the Blackened Knot folks about the brain boil, starting at the Chumhouse. One of them ran for it; we followed him through an opening you should likely know about, and you don't. Few odd creatures 'twixt here and there, though." Jim describes the entrance the ratman used when running from the party, and the encounters along the way. "There's a talkative sort of corpse eater down there. Polite enough, though."


You can almost read Captain Sondek's mind with the look he gives you all, not evil, but not a sane one in the bunch.

He reaches a quick decision. "We've got a few hours before dawn yet. I'll have the older man show us the spot. The rest of you can wait here. Keril will go get you something to eat until we return."


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Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 70/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: -

Kaul slumps down looking forward to his chow;

"Nuthin' with corn or carrots I hope... seen enuff o' them vittles in the sewers tae last a lifetime... hur."


Keril is gone a long time leaving the crew to themselves though they are quite aware of the pair of Sewer Guard on watch outside the room. Finally, the sewer maintenance man returns with a basket filled with flat bread and jars of bean mash and olives and two nice smelling carafes of kahve.

At your looks of reproach, he grouses, "Hey, not a lot is open at this hour. Fortunately, I know the owner of Kafe Ilkin and was able to get something for you. The kahve is damn good, too. You're Welcome!"

Not long after, Sondek returns shaking his head. "That was a mess. I'd noted that spot in the wall needed repair, but we were waiting on the Wizard's Guild to look into the alchemical waste leaking through."

"You are correct. This should be brought to the Council's attention immediately. If you've eaten your fill, I think we should head right over to the Sea Lord's Palace."


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

"Thanks much. Better than shark on a stick, hey? Though the bean mash looks a bit much like what we've been soaking in of late...." He takes a tentative bite, then another. "Good, though."

At Sondek's return, Jim stands and brushes crumbs from his hands. "Aye, let's go. Say, where's Nestor?"


James "Madman Jim" Patterson wrote:
At Sondek's return, Jim stands and brushes crumbs from his hands. "Aye, let's go. Say, where's Nestor?"

The Captain of the Sewer Guard grabs some bread and the last of the kahve. "Hmmm? Nestor requested to be allowed to watch over the sick men in the pits. I recognize him from the Asylum so he's got some experience and might be of some use to the guards I left there."


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

Jim doesn't have much of a poker face, but he tries. "That's...interesting. He was most definitely wanting to go back there, and I have to wonder if there's more to it than selflessness on his part."


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Dibbets scraggly beard is crumb laden and kahve stained by the time the others return from running Nestor out. Dibbs grimly nods at Jimmer's words "Aye... theres summat shifty bout it, but least theres some hefties there tae see 'e dont go missin agin."

Standing to stretch and let forth a fusillade of pops from groaning bones he rubs at his fractured leg "Right then... less get wi' this other bit eh?" and looks to labor his way with chest borne cargo towards the Sea Lord's fancy digs.


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There's the merest hint of light to the east through heavy clouds as you step back onto the streets and sure enough a hard rain begins wetting you to the bone once again before you've even crossed the Field of Honor. A few forms hidden under umbrellas or buried in hooded cloaks pass you in the early hours. Captain Sondek gives a terse greeting to the Sergeant of the Town Guard and you pass into the Old City and approach the black gates of the Palace. The gargoyles adorning the tower are vomiting a torrent as the rain pounds even harder.

Once through the thick doors, you cross the purple kraken mosaic to the waiting room while the council is assembled. Given the current state of emergency, all members are close by and you don't have to wait a ridiculous amount of time before you are summoned to the former ballroom that serves as the Council Hall.

You recognize Sister Gwyllin, of course, as well as Grymes, Lydon and Prescott from that time in the Broken Mug. Among the other council members are a golden haired gnome and a tough looking figure with closely cropped brown hair wearing a guard uniform. The aging man in long red robes must be the High Wizard Tarmon. Also seated is a dandy and a nervous looking old man. Finally, filling out the long table is sharp looking figure with shrewd eyes, another salty looking sailor and a robust man that could be a smith by the looks of him.

Captain Sondek doesn't bother with introductions, but bows his head slightly. The man in the guard uniform speaks first with an obvious sneer, "Well Captain, what brings you and that lovely smell up from the sewers? I sure hope it's important because we're pretty busy at the moment if you haven't heard."


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Dibbs gives the Sister a quick wave and wink before shutting his trap for a few moments... figuring that his personal odour of diplomacy might rub the wrong way as the entree... and hoping to hell that Jimmer's lips start working quicker than the less sane ones of his other friends.


The tightness in Captain Sondek's jaw is obvious to those standing next to him, but he maintains an even tone. "Commissioner Holliver, I would not interrupt the council unless I thought the news worthy. These men have discovered something beneath the Bloodsalt that might be the source of the affliction leading to the bizarre behavior of the orcs in recent days."

"I'm sure-" Holliver begins, but is cut short by Sister Gwyllin.

The sea priestess stands with a sigh, "I know these men. Let us hear what they have to say." There is a noncommittal murmur, but all eyes turn to the crew.


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Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

Jim tugs his forelock and nods to the Council. "Well, we've some friends in the Bloodsalt, so the brain boil, or whatever you care to call it, was something we were interested in putting a stop to. We found that it was tied to poisoned meat pies from a place called the Dead Pelican; the folks making the pies there were from a gang of human racists, the Blackened Knot. Then we trailed them into the sewers--found a whole lot of people--not just greyskins, hey?--all afflicted with the boil. The Captain can attest to that. The one Knot fellow we took the time to speak with told us that a bleached-looking gnome from Mwangi had brewed the sickness for them. Turned them as wanted it into wererats, too. We cleaned out the most of them, but the gnome made good his escape. To cover his tracks, he released what's in this chest." Jim points to the bronze box, lugged at great effort up from the sewers.

"We trapped it back in the box, somewhat the worse for wear. The Groom tells me it's something called a burnling, of which you've probably heard." The Taldan pauses in case there's a stir over that revelation.


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Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Dibbs nods sagely as he leaves the talking to Jimmer, but does whisper "Dinnae forget that Asspiss snakeys."


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

Jim grins. "Thanks, mate...remembered the notes, but forgot about that piece of the puzzle."


There is another murmur among the council at Jim's reveal. This one is a more concentrated murmur of alarm. Tarmon, who seemed to be softly gazing beyond Jim suddenly focuses on the swordsman as the corner of his mustache jerks, "Burnling?! Where?!"

He pulls a small glass sphere from a pocket as he approaches the crew and chanting softly gazes deeply at the bronze box. He pauses replacing his spell focus with a deep frown. "It's true," he mutters. "I'll take that and see it properly disposed."

He reaches out a hand for the box, but is distracted by Dibbets' prompting. "What? Snake?" the Arch-wizard's eyes snap to Dingus and then back to Jim, "What notes?"


"The Aspis Consortium,"the Groom declares in sepulchral tones. "It seems Bloodcove isn't enough for them any more and they've turned their avaricious eyes upon Freeport either to incorporate or destroy."


"The Consortium? What evidence do you have?" Now the handsome thin man with shrewd eyes speaks and you realize this is Marcus Roberts, the famous captain of the Black Dragon, long serving council member and wildly popular both in town and across the Inner Sea.


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Hunching over the chest as he opens it so that less of the glint of gold and more of the flat tones of paper could be spied Dibbets extracts some of the soggy pages. "Sorry fer the state o' it... but theres some letters wi' the buggers snakeys all entwined an stuff. They's was innamongst tha bastards idea o' what brainboil looked like an' notes on spendin and that sorta sh1te."


Roberts takes the sheets and carefully spreads them over the table to the consternation of the foppish man who scoots his chair back to avoid being dripped on. Sister Gwyllin smirks at the self professed wind oracle as she spreads her hands over the mess and pulls all the moisture from the soggy paper and into an aqueous orb that she holds suspended as she calls for a maid to bring a pail.

"But what has all this to do with the mad orcs?" Grymes asks impatiently.

"Yeah, I've got a meeting with a constituent I need to get to if we could wrap this up," Prescott adds.

Lydon guffaws loudly, "If by constituent you mean whore! Ha!"

The foppish man grouses, "Just let Redblade kill them all, what's it matter to us? Orcs are too dangerous to keep around anyway."

"You fool, Varellion. Redblade's a much greater threat. At least the orcs hold him in check and the Irontooth clan can be quite reasonable," the man with the smith's build rebuts.

" It's enough to make you want to bring the Sea Lord back," the nervous old guy grieves and is quickly shouted down by most of council.


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Missing any degree of denigration meant to be carried by Gwyllin's smirk, Dibbets raises an eyebrow at Grymes. "S'got all to do wi' tha bloody orcies. These feckers were makin pies that carried a xtra special ingredient tae set yer brain a boilin. Theys then went tae sell 'em tae the orcies... who went feckin nuts an got you boys tae lock down tha Bloodsalt."

"Ye wipes out tha orks, yer doin what the sick fecks wants ye to. An I'm suren tha Asspissers are smarternuff tae make summat o' when tha orcies get wiped out eh?"


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 70/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: -

Kaul throws the fop a jaundiced look at the comment regarding orcs...

"Hur. The Hobs are wearin' out their welcome. Send em packin' afore the Salters do I say!"

The thugs shifts uncomfortably as his words might belie his nature even if his appearance does not...


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Tarmon purses his lips. "I move that we act immediately to close the Dead Pelican for good," the Arch-wizard says. The smith seconds saying that he doesn't know why the cursed place still stands.

"It is in Scurvytown," Grymes observes.

Prescott hurriedly calls for a vote, "Tarmon moves to condemn the Dead Pelican, Liam seconds. All in favor? It passes unanimously. Holliver can get the Watch to take care of that. Anything else?"

"Yes, the Bloodsalt," Tarmon says. "The unfortunate fact is that we shall continue to need the orcs for the Reclamation and the hobgoblins do a far better of policing the place than humans could."

"We need to deescalate the situation and restore normalcy. As Coucilman Blackhammer says, we can work with the Irontooth clan to calm the orcs. Let Cragwipe know that tainted pies are the cause of the affliction. I would not mention the Blackened Knot's criminal intent. It might put things in a favorable light if Gwyllin could cure a few of the sick."

The wizard glances at Kaul, "Our friend here might serve as an half-orc ambassador as well. Yes son, I can clearly see who you are."


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

Jim rocks a little from one foot to another before adding, "You all like as not know this better than I, but there's powerful sentiment on the streets 'gainst Bloodsalters. Is there aught you can do to change folks' minds on that account?"


"A noble sentiment," Tarmon tells Jim. "But the wounds of the Succession Riots are yet too raw and recent events haven't helped certainly. Perhaps some day, but it will take time."

He addresses the council, "I suggest that Liam, Gwyllin, our new friends if they wish and myself visit the Irontooth compound and work towards easing the tensions in the Bloodsalt. Commissioner Holliver and Captain Sendak will move to take care of the tainted pies and stop the spread of the brainboil. We will adjourn until this evening."

Before anyone else can mention it, the Groom asks "What about the Aspis Consortium?"

"First things first," Tarmon replies. "But Holliver can pull some of the Watch to look for the agent. I don't doubt that he will be hard to find despite his unique appearance. Councilman Roberts looks quite eager to go through those papers you brought so perhaps he can find out more, but that will have to wait for now."

"I'll help Roberts," Grymes offers.

"As will I," affirms the Groom.


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Piping up at the appropriate point "Can I see ye take down tha Pelican? It'd do me black heart proud tae be there tae gloat."

Stroking his scraggy beard with some devious intent, Dibbets hits upon a chord of interest... and sees if he can (in his own inimitable way) try and force it through "Well lads... seems we might be inna spot tae help ye there." forcing down a chuckle as he continues.

"Those notes there mention Bloodcove down Mwangi way... looks like ye'll be needin some trusty folks tae look intae that for ye. Surprisin enuff there's a band o' salty lads afore ye who ken do that for ye. Alls we need is a ship, an a crew - an thass where we ken help ye out."

"One o' ye must have a schooner layin about wivvout much tae do. Commission it tae us an we'll sets off wivva all orcie crew. We do tha recruitin out o' tha Salt wi' nuggety here (gesturing to Kaul), ye spin it as a publik relations win about how ye lookin tae tha orcie intrests and we all win eh?" smiling probably wider than he should at his fantastic idea.


Dibbets proposal is met with thunderous silence. "We shall talk about that later," Tarmon assures him. "Now I move that we adjourn until this evening."

"Second," Blackhammer and Prescott call.

"All in favor? Meeting adjourned," Tarmon finishes.

"You might want to take care of that chest and your Tien friend as well," Tarmon adds as an aside to Dibbets.

"Bronze box," he orders as he holds a hand out to Jim.

So the Groom is staying to peruse papers. Where's everyon else bound? Note you've been up about 24 hours at this point and adventuring so everyone is fatigued and nearing exhaustion as the Kahve wears off.


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

Stifling a yawn, Jim hands over the bronze chest with a grin. "Can't say as I'm sad to see the last of that thing."


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Everyone is fatigued except for the Lame Oracle who is immune - mwhahahahaha

Dibbets shrugs and nods "Fair enuff" before turning to the others "Dunno bout you lads... but I need a stiff drink... Pub?"


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

"Aye, then a bunk for a bit. Let's not impose on Peg-Leg again, hey?"


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Male Human Sorcerer 6/4, Cleric 1: HP 44/(44); AC-16/14/12; F+5, R+5, W+5/+4. (Spells:3: 5/5, 2:7/7, 1:7/7) IP-17

Dingus has been busy using a raggedy piece of cording to make designs with his fingers. He has progressed to the point of trying it with one eye closed, eyes crossed, and is not trying it with his eyes closed. Just as he is about to drift off to sleep the meeting is adjourned. "What happened"? "Are we going to see the snake people"? "Did I kill someone"?

Dingus follows the crew out, almost asleep on his feet, sore, and confused.

Dingus is probably too far gone most of the time to suggest his mental state might need some adjustment, but could probably be talked into "resting" at such an establishment.


The crew seems plenty happy to let the politickers handle the politics of the Bloodsalt and the relief team dwindles further when Captain Sondek stops Tarmon. "Pardon High Wizard, but the location in question actually appears to be some dungeon vault of the Reclamation Project. I had mentioned to you last month that alchemical waste appeared to be leaking into the sewers. I think at this point, you should look into it immediately."

"Is that so?" the archmage sighs, "Very well. We'll send some well trained watch with you Liam and Gwyllin and this fellow if he cares to assist." The wizard gestures to Kaul.


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

Jim goes looking for a bar with a place to sleep. "Come on, Dingus. Time we got you sorted, hey?"


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Calling over his shoulder as they stump "Jus make sure'n I don't miss tha fireworks at the Pellycan eh?" dragging the chest with them "Wern't it that Abadite thass got tha 'spensive bits o' paper eh?"


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

"Aye, that it was. Let's see if the Council's minded to give us anything besides a pat on the back and a handshake for saving the Bloodsalt and keeping the peace, hey?"


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Speaking conspiratorially "Thats whys I'm hopin fer the ship eh? Iffin we ken gets a ship o' our own an a crew o' loyal throat slitters tae man it we's in good shape." winking with a smirk.


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 70/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: -

Kaul throws Dibbs a return grin;

"Hur. Cap'n Kaul does 'ave a ring to it... Me an me crew o' Bloodsalty dogs... Hur-hur-hur! Blood-salty dogs gettit! Hur-hur!"

The thug doubles over as he hacks a laugh.


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

Dibbets snorts a laugh as well "Nei Kauly... neither ye nei me are Cap'n material... thass Jimmer's bag"


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 70/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: -

Kaul shoots him a glower afore grunting another laugh;

"Oh aye. Jimmer's good with the bags! Especially skin-bags hur!"


The crew heads out of the palace leaving the Groom, Roberts and Grymes to leaf through the bleachling's papers. Bleary eyed, Jim thinks about where to get a nap and maybe a pint. Seacat's Folly is out, maybe Dockside would be better. Could go cheap with the Gull and Kergen's Kradle or more one-stop and posh with the Doxie's Lap.

The rain continues to pound the brick walkway almost drowning out the sound of a remarkably energetic Dibbets dragging the chest after him.


Male Taldan Human Free-Hand Fighter/5 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler/1+5 | AC 22 T 16 FF 17 | HP 61/62 NL0| F +5 R +7 W +5 | Init +3| Perc +7

Jim is startled out of his reverie (Ha! Maybe someday it'll be me up there at that Council, telling people what for and lording it over the common folk.) by Dibbets and Kaul. "I'm for the Doxie's Lap, mates. Just need a bit of shut-eye, and I'd rather not have a fight to go with it."


Male Half Orc Rogue (Thug) 6+5 | HP 70/70| AC 21/14/NA | F+5, R+9, W+2 | IP 1 | Perc +10 (+11 Freeport), Darkvision 60ft | Init +3 | Move: 30ft. | Status: -

Kaul shrugs his no-neck shoulders and agrees;

"Change is good as a rest I says... Might get mesel' some new gear an' garb on the morrow..."

He hooks a paw through on of the chests handles to assist his wee shipmate;

"Hur. I'll do the donkey work Dibbs... yer fer thinkin' and drinkin' hur!"


"Keelhaul" Kaul wrote:
"Might get mesel' some new gear an' garb on the morrow..."

That might not be a bad idea for everyone judging from the amount of head turning that follows your entrance to the Doxie's Lap. Despite an extended rinsing, the cloying stink of Eau d' Sewer continues to follow the crew not to mention the burn holes and fraying cuffs from wading through corrosive alchemical waste.

Gold coin goes a long way however and you are soon enough hitting nice comfy beds to awake mid-afternoon feeling tolerably refreshed.


Male Halfling Oracle of Gozreh 6

With no objection to the Lap, Dibbs sees the tired eyes of his shipmates and instead takes a bottle of gin to enjoy in his room. Once afternoon's come, the bottle is empty... and the acrid scent of the sewer is beginning to be replaced by the unquenchable l'eau de Dibbs once again.

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