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Remmy rolls his big eyes behind his glasses.
In common it would be more accurately referred to as Linnormn King's Cheese, which due to particulates forms large holes during the fermenting process, which is most commonly, but erroneously believed....
A particularly large particulate from one of the ships flies by and he squeaks in surprise.
You know? Maybe a c-c-culinary lesson would be b-best s-saved for l-later!
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The Successor floats back in space a few feet and continues to fire on its chosen target, the rising Remmy!
"In common it would be more accurately referred to as Linnormn King's Cheese, which due to particulates forms large holes during the fermenting process, which is most commonly, but erroneously believed...."
A particularly large particulate from one of the ships flies by and {Remmy} squeaks in surprise.
"You know? Maybe a c-c-culinary lesson would be b-best s-saved for l-later!"
Remmy lashes out at the Precursor as he gets to his feet, but misses.
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Segray moves to heal the fallen elf as Remmy scampers out of the room and Chelk successfully attacks (and unsuccessfully taunts) the Successor. In response, the floating ship floats back a tick and fires both of its ballistae on the normally-heavily-armoured warrior.
Both ballistae blast into Chelk, one lodging in his upper right thigh while the other injures his left shoulder. Segray notes that the elf is still unconscious.
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The dhampir's piercing blow finally proves too much for the tiny floating ship, and the Successor breaks into pieces and falls to the ground.
Now that the imminent danger has passed, the new arrivals to the room can glance around. Like the front room, the back office is decorated with a nautical theme. A shelf along the south wall holds a collection of ships in bottles - two spaces notably absent - and other sailing collectables decorated in the Taldor’s blue and green shades. A desk stands in the middle of the room, and on the wall behind it is a glass-fronted shadow box containing a shattered shield.
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Mercutio becomes more subdued (for him) as the enchanted model crashes to the floor, and he picks up the fragments to contemplate them.
"A pity, really..."
He turns around and notices the shield on the wall.
"...what is this? The 'break-room'? Interesting. Slightly. That looks like the Shield of Aroden, of Shining Crusade fame."
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As he stands there with his wand, the half-orc Kusk sticks his head around the corner.
"Is all well, good master?" the night watchman calls to Remmy, a little concern tinging his voice and his expression. "I normally don't let more than two folks in the room at once without the earl's direct guidance..."
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Remmy twitches a bit and glares at him, sharp fangs and blood coating the little vermin.
Do you often attempt to have g-g-guests murdered?!?! If I hadn't been there, my master might have been s-s-slaughtered! I nearly was as well! B-b-blast it, were you t-t-told not t-to give us the p-passcode, is that it?!?!
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Chelk tries to calm things down. "Come, good sir," he says, plucking mini balista bolts from his shoulder, "it seems that my young companion here has got himself into mischief, and caused a little trouble. Don't worry on his behalf, he looks fine. What a story we will have to tell the Earl later, haha what? We are sorry to have caused you such commotion - perhaps, um.."
He pats at his belt for a moment, before coming up with a hipflask. "A little snifter to ward off the cold on these long nights, perhaps? Settle our nerves while our young friends finish the business they came for
He brightens. "Perhaps we can raise a toast to General Arnisant, who died so long ago back in thirty-eight twenty-seven, you know, three eight two seven, perhaps."
He drapes an arm around the half-orc and attempts to lead him back to the other room.
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Mercutio dashes to the doorframe, using his formidable stature, formidable personality, and formidable gentleman's finery to block as much of the mess inside from view as he is able. "No need to concern yourself, goodman. What are friends for if not to help one another out of trouble when they get into it, and get into trouble when they are out of it?"
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Uzziah slowly stands up, with much apparent effort. He then makes to dust himself off and straighten his, now torn, extravagant wear. "My compatriots!" Uzziah begins forcefully, "There was an unfortunate happenstance but, now that it is over, there are rules here. Only two inside," as he says this he begins trying to pass back into the main room. Uzziah pauses in front of Remmy and stares at him for a moment expectantly, "Why are you speaking to this gentleman!? You have a job to do! Get in there and find it!" After this he goes to sit in the most comfortable chair in the main room.
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"Perhaps we can raise a toast to General Arnisant, who died so long ago back in thirty-eight twenty-seven, you know, three eight two seven, perhaps."
Kusk's furrowed brow turns upside-down at Chelk's suggestion of a drink. "A shared toast, you say?" the half-orc repeats, allowing himself to be led to a nearby easy chair. "Let no man say that Rusmonya Kusk isn't a good patriotic Taldan! Pour away, sir!" Kusk seems particularly pleased.
A few moments later, Uzziah wanders out from the back room and chastises Remmy, coming over to plop down next to Kusk and Chelk.