The common room of The Velvet Goat is a graveyard of splintered wood and half-frozen ale. As the Scholar stammers his warning, the shadows near the hearth detach themselves from the wall. A tall, gaunt figure in rusted chainmail steps into the flickering candlelight, blocking the exit. He hefts a notched war hammer, his eyes fixed greedily on the glowing artifact in Wolfie's hand.
The Mercenary
Give me the trinket, wizard. The client pays double if it is delivered without your meddling fingers attached.
Wolfie
Great. Another professional moron who thinks my bad mood is a negotiation tactic.
Wolfie
You have remarkably poor timing. I was actually considering a nap, but now I suppose I have to add you to the pile of debris.
Inquisitor Kaelen
Stay back, Citizen! This is a Crown matter, and you are interfering with a sanctioned investigation.
The Mercenary
The Crown is rotting, Inquisitor. And your puppet here is about to join it.
+ Scene Quest Added
Survive the ambush at The Velvet Goat
“Blast the moron with a wave of energy, it's the easiest thing in the world for you.”
SUCCESS (Superb Magic, rolled -1)
Wolfie sighs, his eyes flashing with the cold, bright azure of a dying star. He flicks his wrist, and the air in the cramped room warps with a sound like tearing parchment. A violent, concussive wave of azure energy erupts from his palm, slamming into the Mercenary before he can even blink. The man is lifted off his feet, his rusted chainmail groaning as he is flung backward, crashing through the wreckage of the already ruined doorway and into the dark hallway beyond.
Inquisitor Kaelen
Sorcery! You rogue, you have signed your own death warrant!
Wolfie
Such a noisy lot. Can they not see I am trying to minimize the property damage?
The Scholar remains huddled in the corner, eyes wide and fixed on the crackling energy still clinging to Wolfie's fingertips. The Inquisitor raises his sword, his face twisted in a mixture of righteous fury and sudden, dawning uncertainty.
Quest Complete
Survive the ambush at The Velvet Goat