[ The kobold from earlier scuttles by them, carrying a handful of coin to put into its coffer: it seems not to remember them, possibly because its brain is too small to retain long-term memories. "Circus is closing for the nights!", it chitters without sparing the two of them a second glance. An enviable lack of object permanence. ]
Well. You best think of something to say, then, if they return to their eldest brother for counsel.
[ Said counsel could be anything from "not my problem anymore" to "let's go back to the mansion and look at what we have to deal with". Either way, Iorveth is prepared to be involved unless his presence is expressly denied.
For now: no more red eyes watching from the shadows. Instead, there's Lucretious in her corner of the grounds, clapping her hands and motioning for her reanimated skeletons to store their daily earnings in their respective crates. She looks mildly annoyed when she notes that there are still stragglers about, but brightens somewhat when she recognizes them as the two sour-faced elves that'd been trailing behind the similarly sour-faced githyanki that'd promised her the return of her clown.
"Well, well! My brave souls, come back for another audience with yours truly. I hope you're here with a good word or two about our lovely, departed Dribbles?"
Iorveth stifles the urge to say something about having found the clown's hand in the possession of her braindead kobold, but can't resist snorting in vague amusement. ]
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Well. You best think of something to say, then, if they return to their eldest brother for counsel.
[ Said counsel could be anything from "not my problem anymore" to "let's go back to the mansion and look at what we have to deal with". Either way, Iorveth is prepared to be involved unless his presence is expressly denied.
For now: no more red eyes watching from the shadows. Instead, there's Lucretious in her corner of the grounds, clapping her hands and motioning for her reanimated skeletons to store their daily earnings in their respective crates. She looks mildly annoyed when she notes that there are still stragglers about, but brightens somewhat when she recognizes them as the two sour-faced elves that'd been trailing behind the similarly sour-faced githyanki that'd promised her the return of her clown.
"Well, well! My brave souls, come back for another audience with yours truly. I hope you're here with a good word or two about our lovely, departed Dribbles?"
Iorveth stifles the urge to say something about having found the clown's hand in the possession of her braindead kobold, but can't resist snorting in vague amusement. ]