Igor of Courtaud's page

"Ah, I thee you are familiar with our dramatically appropriate weather here in the highlandth. Very good, thir. It remindth me of the old country. I make do with a bit of copper wire that I trail down through the inthide of my thhirt and pant leg. It connectth directly to the metal plate in my head. Thee?" Igor moves to show Durgan the wire's pathway. "It'th like they thay, thir, 'the old wayth are betht.'"

While the day is drab grey there is no rain or lightning. The work goes quickly this Igor being more stand-offish than the 'night Igor.'

Previously, during the day

"It would not do for us to overstay our welcome. Igor, is there any task I might be able to help with? I have a knack for most tasks from architect to woodcutter but I am most skilled as an accountant. "

All Profession at +6, or +8 if the Any-Tool applies, and +11 Accountant.

"Thertainly, thir." he says coolly (and damply). "Thir could athitht me in adjuthting the lightning rod on the beacon tower. It lookth to have come loothe from itth mounting latht night."

Durgan quickly notes that this Igor is different from the one from the night before. Though they look similarly horrible the pattern of scars and slightly different extremities suggest that either this is a completely different person or that Igor has been up to some extensive self-tinkering in the small hours of the night.

Igor climbs the bell tower (using the stairs of course).

The next morning.

stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Someone clears their throat from over Alia's shoulder as she dozes at her well vigil.

"Pardon me ma'am, but it ith breakfatht and M'Lady wondered if you might join your friendth in the hall."

Everyone else has already received a summons to breakfast by Igor.