Nigel is somewhat taken astonished by Brady's outburst.
"Everything going down there is beyond my dealings."
He turns more business when Monty brings up the deaths of the ones he sent down there, and he starts counting on his fingers.
"That's five..no six, times that much....add administration and materials. Hourly costs of the priest...
I don't think the monthly budget can cover the costs for revival, with the planned acquisition of those new promising items ahead."
His business mindset is interrupted when Darren mentions the other details.
"A brain connected to an arch? Amazing, disturbing of course, but amazing. Mold you say? I can have some people check it out and remove it."
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Faliana skirts past the box in the other room, decidingly not wanting to have to deal with anything else that demented mind might have made up, and tries her best to avoid the 'demon fungus' in fears it might cause Moke to flare up again.
She fixes Nigel with a flat, incredulous look that he could turn to calculating costs of this so quickly. I know he's had time to think of worst case scenarios, but still that's a bit quick... I wonder if this is how he handles stress? She steps forward after a second, a smile on her face and in a calm tone adds "You might want to delay those new acquisitions and focus on resolving this compassionately. If you're worried about the loss of business, the harm or benifit to your reputation is probably going to help balance it out."
She then looks back down the way they came. "Be careful with that..." with this the mostly silent until now Moke pops up to the surface, "demonic Fungus! It's EVIL and can cause Demonic influnecnes in people, like poor Armik over there, who..." Faliana quickly wrests control again. "Wait, ignore that! Teh fungus might be demonic, but I'm not certain about that second bit. Just make sure you DO NOT burn under ANY circumstances."
she falls silent for a second, and glances in the general vicinity of where the Vargoulles had been last time, and gives a slight shudder. She sidles up next to Monty and affectionately puts an arm around him. She reaches over and whispers, "This place still give you the chills?"
She then stands up straight and in a normal voice states with a yawn. "Well, that was tiring! Almost dying and having people almost die on you is draining. I for one would like to head back to my place... Anyone up for a quick night cap?"
Figuratively speaking, Nigel shrinks at the combined tone of the party.
"Erm...well, perhaps....something could be arranged....?" o_o'
Nigel motions you to come over.
"There's a large sofa over here, you can put her there."
"I better send a runner to Hestram, i suppose."
VC Hestram had arrived by the time she wakes up, having gotten a written note from Nigel on Imrizade's reappearance.
Imrizade slowly opens her eyes, needing to focus.
"Hmm...where am i..?"
She focuses for several seconds, then noticing the group gathered near her.
"This...the museum? But..how?
Last thing i recall is finding a cylinder in an Osirian tomb?!"
Hestram fills her in on the larger picture, while he also directs a harsh look towards Nigel, after he heard your side of the story...which happened to include Nigel's somewhat indifference about the deaths of the staff.
Imrizade: "Ugh... *shudder* possession. I'll make sure my family is notified of this. I'll see to a proper disclosure for those who died. While i am not in charge of my family's funds, i may be able to persuade them to donate for compensation. Cutting the museum's funds for new acquisitions perhaps, may be a good one."
Nigel looks worried, but knows he's in no position to object.
VC Hestram nods, then turns to you.
"Quite an ordeal, for all involved parties. Despite the outcome of the watchmen's fate, a job well done. You may want to hit 'Cayden's Corner', their ale and bread can do wonders for the tired."
He points towards a cozy looking inn at the corner of the street.
"Rest up, get your bearings. And maybe till next time."
The broad shouldered VC walks off towards the office, leaving you to your own plans for the day.