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The Magpie Emporium; Friday, 07/29.

Graham wasn't sure if it was just him or what, but he felt like there was something a little different in the air in the shop that day, one that made him feel a little sad and upset, though he didn't know why. It definitely made him feel like he should have brought Triumph in with him today; that guy could always cheer up a room! And Saffron didn't seem that interested in talking about it (Saffron, in general, did not seem very interested in Graham), but Little Bot seemed very encouraging and positive about the whole thing.

(He thought, anyway. He definitely was not fluent in Robot like he was in most varieties of Animal).

But he did know he wasn't going to let the strange mood affect his game night, so, instead of worrying about it too much, he threw himself into a little bit of prep and planning and some hopefully good things to throw at the group as their adventure continued!

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"And now," said Graham, grinning a little because he was pretty sure he was never going to get sick of slipping into Game Master mode, his eyes shining with excitement all over again as he lifted his hands to signal for everyone to settle. He paused, until he was sure he had managed to (mostly) captivate everyone's attention, "we continue with our tale in progress. When we left off last week, the restlessness of the crowd anticipating a performance from the one, the only ~Montague Silverchord~ was unexpectedly but appreciatively sated by the one, the only Wind Over Surf. Her musical stylings on the drums and impressive theatrics certainly won...most of the crowd over, even halting a sudden scuffle toward the back in the very middle of it.

"Or....did it?"

He couldn't keep the little speculative smirk off his face as he quirked a curious eyebrow around the table.

"Because there appears to be a man, frozen in place, his arm still drawn back in mid-punch, and there he remains like that, well after that first initial beat of Wind's drum. The person meant for that halted punch, however, seems to have slipped away through the awe-stricken and greatly entertained crowd, the familiarity of the tunes Wind is playing causing them to join in. Plenty of off-key voices and people with terrible rhythm, but they're doing their best, and clearly having a good time, and ideal situation for one to just....disappear into, right?

"Well," his grin broadened, "we'll just have to see about that! Amenken! You were about to try and see if you could spot the person and follow him, right? Go ahead and dooooo...." He considered for a moment. "A perception check."

Finally! He got to play with the dice!

Kurt grabbed his dice and found the 20 sided dice he needed to use and then took a deep breath and let it roll. When it came to a stop on the table Kurt gave a grin and then looked up at Graham.

"Rolled a 15. That's good right?"

"Well, it certainly isn't bad!" Graham reported with a chuckle, and then took a moment to consider. "Okay, then, with a fifteen, I'd say you definitely notice the man who was being attacked, we'll call him the Shusher, slipping clumsily through the crowd. You can tell he's in a bit of a hurry to flee the scene because he keeps bumping into people without even saying excuse me or pardon me or oop! Whoops! Sorry!. Most people don't seem to mind, they're too invested in either watching the performance or grinning over at their friends in appreciation for it, but there's a few people giving him dirty looks for being jostled, which helps you trace his path. And you said you wanted to follow them, yes?"

Kurt gave a nod. "Yes, Amenken wants to try and follow him to see where he's going and to see if al the strangeness is relate to him somehow."

"You follow him through the crowd, then," Graham narrated, "though you have a much easier time with it since people are a little more aware of others bumping into them as they pass! He's making his way..." Graham paused a moment, frowning, as he thought he heard some kind of melodic, whispered repetition of those words in particular, but, unable to place it, he just his head and continued on, "...toward a back entrance that leads out into an alleyway. He bursts outside, the door clanking against the stone wall as he slips out, catching the attention a a dwarf and an orc that seem to be taking a pipe break. They go back to their conversation, ignoring the man, while the man himself finds the wall and slumps his back against it, closing his eyes with relief for what he, at the moment, can only assume was a successful escape."

Kurt listened and thought for a moment about what he wanted to do. He then gave a nod and looked over at Graham.

"Amenken decides to approach the man" Kurt said. "Carefully, slowly," he added. "Amenken doesn't want to scare him. He just wants to try and talk to him."

Graham nodded a little as he considered that and then said, "The man seems to be pretty wrapped up in just taking in some deep breaths of the cool night air, so he doesn't even really noticed Amenken approaching until he's pretty close. After that, he opens his eyes and turned his head toward the door and then lets out a startled sound to see a person there instead.

"'Ah!'" Graham shouted, putting an extra little pop in it to see if he could get any of the other players to jump a little, too, as if they were feeling how startled the man was for themselves, then grinned. "The man throws up his arms over his face," which of course Graham was doing to, cringing back a little in a pantomime of what he was describing, "to protect himself, but then realizes that Amenken doesn't seem to have any ill-intent. So he lowers his arms cautiously and peers over and asks, clearing his throat to drop it down from that initial high-pitched shriek. 'Errr, umm, yes? Hello? What do you want?'"

"Amenken bends or crouches down a little, more to the man's level so as not to look as intimidating or threatening" Kurt starts after some thought.

"Hey, you doing alright? Everything ok?" Amenken asks the man. "Things seemed to be getting a little.... tense.... back ther."

"'I was only defending myself!' the man insisted," Graham narrated, "his voice frantically pitched and his head shaking vigorously. 'That man was going to hit me! Didn't you see it? They were being very loud! And terribly obnoxious. And horribly rude!'

"He ends his little list with a little offended sniff, pulling himself up to a straighter posture by lifting his nose."

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