Fuck It, You're There
Cinder, what? You just up and decided to pick Halfling Dan's pockets on what evidence? He's not like walking up to everyone saying "Hey I just picked your pocket, rock-paper-scissors, I win! Gimme gold!" And then you say "Hey that's not fair
I'm gonna pick
your pocket!"
But if it's what you really want, you get Halfling Dan's lighter.
Bon appetit.Okay, searching through the ballots, you find that about 12 votes were cast from Greyhelm, 6 for Greetles, 2 each for Nephew and Blacksmith, 1 for the Illusionist, and 1 for "GULDMASTR MASTER GREGORY VRILL" (writein in bad handwriting). Hmm, they all arrived in a bundle sent from Caruthers and Sons office on the return address.
Spinning wheels here guys. Halfling Dan makes good on his word, Cinder, please deduct 50 gp. Dave you're next. You know, anyone can buzz in and say where the party is going. Anyone. I feel like Alex Trebek on 'Celebrity Jeopardy': "Just write a number. Any number will do. How about a 1? How about a 3? All you have to do to win is write a number, it's not that hard."
You know what? Nevermind. Marivhon said: "I'm off to Greyhelm" so I'll take that to mean do NOT stop at the City of Spiders, proceed to town.
Okay, you're in Greyhelm everyone! Gregolas and Brother Orcsides came along too, so there are 8 of you: Abby, Brogg, Cinder, Dave, Marivhon, Mike, Gregolas, and Orcsides. What a freakshow.
What now?
(Cinder, don't forget to add one lighter but deduct 50 gp.)