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"When did that contraption get there?"
"Do any of you lads have any passing familiarity with large hook thingies? My studies have tended to weigh more towards the arcane than the mundanity of human gadgetry."
"Because if not, I'm just going to cut the damn rope and hope the crate lands in the general area of that leaking deathrap you call a boat."
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Thistle expels a small ocean of water out of his lungs.
"Let's see, it appears to be secured with a large hook thingy. I seem to recall a similar situation in 'The Ballad of Getting Something Off a Really High Shelf'. Hmmmm, how did that go?"
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"Also, just so we are all clear, I only slipped and fell because the floor was slightly damp. Additionally, I only started to drown because I couldn't stop thinking about that damnable wet board I had stepped upon. So, for the official record, I did not almost kill myself; I actually, and quite ingeniously, foiled the plot of that dastardly floorboard to murder me in my prime. So, in the song I shall soon be writing about this experience, I'm really more of a...well, I don't want to say hero, but, yes! Hero has a nice ring to it."
Thistle trails off into his usual ramblings until something snaps him back into reality.
"Ah! Yes! The hook! Think, Thistle, think!"
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"Ah! Yes! If we but collapse those damnable floorboards, then we can catch the box in our boat! Sweet revenge and sweet redemption all rolled into one violent act of board smashing! Surely one of you brutish types would be better suited to the task than I. So, uhm, I'll just be in the back of our vessel...trying not to be crushed by a crate of books."
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"Haven't known either you or the elf for long, but I may already hate both of you. Besides, the last time a woman swooned in my presence, it was because I'd had to chase a pickpocket down into the sewers."
Sgt. Hobbes attempts to position the boat so the box will drop into the center, then prepares to catch the Evil Box of Plummeting Sczarni Doom.
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Ausk looks around incredulously, as if he had just woken from some insane dream where wet midgets were telling crazed elves and a blonde to drop a large box of book into the middle of a rickety old boat.
"By the Inheritor, have you all lost your minds?"
He turns to Sarge.
"If we let them drop that crate on us, we'll be sinking faster than the damnable halfling."
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"I'm picking up on your sarcasm."
Can't slip anything past YOU.
Chusynd looks at the crate in the boat below. That was quite anticlimactic, when all was said and done. Rather dull, in fact. And after all that squawking about "lost our minds" and "oh no, the box will go right through the bottom of the boat." Really, now. Much ado about nothing.
He motions to the elf, the alchemist, and the halfling. Come along — let's meet the boat at the dock and retrieve the prizes held within.
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You open the crate and there are 5 books, and a few loose sheets of paper. The titles and subjects seem completely unrelated to each other: Practical Thaumaturgy In Accordance with Creation, Geographic Anomalies of the Inner Sea, Under Kaer Maga: A Trial and Travel, Physiology of Dragons: An Illustrated Reference, Lost Sarusan. The leather folder contains cargo manifestos, warehouse inventories, and other financial logs from a dozen different merchant houses and trade guilds. The crate also contains 10 sets of masterwork thieves’ tools, three flasks of alchemist’s fire, a flask of acid, a dozen jars of various inks, a footprint book*, adamantine weapon blanch*, three bags of powder*, a deck of marked cards*, and two sets of average loaded dice*.
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"Of course, that's because you lowered it nicely, and didn't just cut the blasted rope. If you'd done the latter, I imagine we would have discovered the box was full of iron ingots or somethin'."
The sergeant looks closely at the thieves' tools and the gambling equipment.
"Well, those bits weren't unexpected, at least."
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While the rest rummage through the package, Ausk looks over the books. He snorts then looks back at the goods.
"It appears our patron was less interested in the contents of these books than what hitched a ride along with his portable library."
The half-orc paladin then turns back toward Hobbes.
"Sarge, what's the City's policy on items of these sorts," He asks holding up a set of Thieves Tools.
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"Funny, that. Owning those isn't illegal...everything in one of those kits has other, legal uses. Selling those would be illegal, if anyone ever sold them as such, but no one actually does. They don't sell them as complete sets, and never talk about the less legitimate uses. Using them, of course...there's the rub."
He chuckles softly. "More than a few Watchmen know how to use them, too. You never know when you'll have to get into something, quiet-like."
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After deciding on going to the Temple of the Shining Star, you head to the Ascendant Court. Ollysta Zadrian is waiting for you in the temple. She smiles at you and begins speaking.
Do you know of the Silver Crusade? After discovering so many factions splintered the Society, a number of us banded together to proliferate the cause of charity and kindness using the Society’s resources. As it is said, ‘The Dawn brings new light’ and I’ve made it my life’s work to use our recent darkness to bring a new light to the world and to the Pathfinder Society.
I apologize for straying off point. Will you bring this parcel
of medicine to Auntie Baltwin’s Home for Recovery in the
Eastgate district?
You can tell she is very eager to answer questions if you have any.
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