Re: To The Greasy Bucket
"Saldado!" The hulking officer of the Watch Post almost coughs forth the name like a curse. Grau stares at his feet. "We need every man out on tha streets in this mess. And look at you. Ya sot. No wonder Orisini kicked ya out on yer ass..."
Grau flinches a little but says nothing. The officer spits on the ground. "Well. Get your ass back in tha barracks. Ya got until third bell ta sleep ot off. Go!" The officer watches Grau stumble away and looks back at your group. "It's appreciated," he says. "Grau owes ya one. I'll make sure he remembers. And we owe ya one. Now's a bad time for some fool ta be erodin' public faith in tha Watch-"
"THA QUEEN'S A SLAG!"
The Officer sighs. "Case in point," he mumbles.
Behind you, two Watchmen are dragging a citizen towards the cells. The perp is an older man. Dirty and disheveled, the old man is covered in bruises and small cuts. He twitches in the Watchmen's arms and stares at the ceiling with wide eyes, as if reading something written there. A thick glob of foam sprays from his lips as he continues his rant. "SHE WAN'S US DEAD! SHE WANTS US BURNED DOWN TO THA GROUND! SHE'LL BE THA DEATH A'US! SHE'LL BE DEATH A' US ALL!"
The officer shakes his head. "I'll have ta beg your pardon. Things ta do."
I'm going to move us along
The City seems to twist and writhe as you walk the rest of the way to Vaddis' mother's home. You pass by no less than three scenes of looting, two gang brawls, and man running naked through the streets holding a peacock by the neck. An old woman wails, cluching the body of her son, killed during some random brawl. By the time you draw near the house, things seem to be quieting down some. Marisha stirs in her brother's arms as you walk over the threshold.
Momma Vaddis is, to say the least, relieved. She clutches her daughter to her breast and kisses all of you on the forehead. Even Skirk, who takes it good naturedly. She will not hear of not feeding you, and soon you are all seated in whatever chair she can find, eatting freshly made biscuts and warm sausage soup. If nothing else, Momma Vaddis can cook.
She makes you all some kind of bedding. The ache of the day makes even a blanket on the floor seem inviting. You awake to the smell of fresh bread baking, refreshed Healed, spells ready, etc.
Skirk tears off a piece of cheese from the wheel Momma provided and pops it into his mouth. "So only the matter of this brooch to resolve then?"