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Does WwG see anything unusual?
You do not - you did make the Knowledge (Nature) check earlier, though...
Walks with Giants, knowing that doppelgangers are natural mind-readers, deduces that Ilchok must have been reading Roslas's thoughts...and in so doing, clearly realized just how little any of you were kidding around.
"Ghostknives, huh? Well, whatever we were summoned for it had to to with something Timinic discovered, not him. I don't think he DID break his oath and Cladara may be playing you."
Finally, Timinic speaks up, his voice a soft monotone, yet somehow with the weight of a crypt-door.
"No, I think it's true...it must be. It all makes sense now. Last time I saw Captain Bosk, he and Brandur were arguing about a 'broken oath'. I had no idea what they were talking about at the time, but now...it all makes sense."
"Istivil became an Oathbreaker to save me, and my work for the Society."
Between his weird green hair and the stream of tears now coursing through it as they follow the path of least resistance to the floor, Timinic looks like some kind of enchanted mop trying to squeeze itself out.

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"Well, dang. I think I learned something today. Be careful what oaths you make. What do we do now, guys?"

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Rosla is slightly confused.
What is it with them? Why are they so terrified when they look at me?

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After Timinic finished talking:
"There's another possibility, Timinic: They argued whether the oath was broken by your exploration. And one can find a way to argue hypotethically without mentioning any details about an actual oath."
Rosla turns to Ilchok.
"So, what do we do now? You just proved that even if you swore an oath to leave the town without causing any trouble, you'd break it to save your life..."

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As always, apologies for the delay...
"So, what do we do now? You just proved that even if you swore an oath to leave the town without causing any trouble, you'd break it to save your life..."
Ilchok seems dumbfounded by this; its savaged features swirl and distort in pain and panic...
Frankly, adventurers, I'd say it's up to you. You would not believe how poorly-prepared the Scenario, as written, was for this turn of events (like, not at all).

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"N-not to tell about the-the Ghostknives!!!" Blubber Ilchok and Timinic in uncannily-harmonious unison, followed by maybe the most awkward pause you've ever experienced in your lives.

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"I suppose, though, if we are members of the club then it would not be a violation? Is there any way we could become honorary temporary members? Then no oaths would be broken! Or perhaps if the club were 'disbanded'? Maybe that could be arranged?"
Or so they could tell themselves.

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"I suppose, though, if we are members of the club then it would not be a violation? Is there any way we could become honorary temporary members? Then no oaths would be broken! Or perhaps if the club were 'disbanded'? Maybe that could be arranged?"
Any response to this by the doppelganger (Ilchok) or the party?

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Maybe it's because I used to be a soldier in a war back home and trained to follow orders without question but .... I'm starting to get really confused. What are we supposed to be doing?
He looks towards Rosla for guidance, or orders.

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"Hm... ok. Ilchok, how many ghost knives are there? Would it be enough to 'remove' Cladara and her lieutenants to disband them?"
Or do we need to 'remove' them all?