Still a little uncomfortable begging Randy washed away all his uncomfortable-ness with the ice-cream. “This is good” Randy- I mean Carigin, chimed to his red haired dwarfish friend, whose mustache was being dabbled into the vanilla and to the dwarf’s wife Madam Mira poor thing being confined to a wheelchair at her blossoming age, seemed to enjoy the meal as well. The whole gang barley looked like themselves. (That’s what shifting some costumes around in an alleyway would do for yah.)
Mean while the seekers began to panic, short seeker: “where did they go off to!?!” running around trying to find them, tall seeker: “a crippled man, a ninja and a little girl shouldn’t be this hard to find!”
In the sewers---
Damien was slightly panicked for his life the beast had run threw half of the jerican staff and was continuing to pick them off one by one.
“Oh man I wish I was topside assassinating some delegates, there at least pansies soft worms that need execution.”
Covered in his comrades’ blood “thanks ken” he played dead three times in order to get past the ferocious beast. Survival was not going to be easy. Then an idea popped into his head “wait lord B. and the polatitons” he grinned evilly “Lord Bartholomew will be pleased. A cover up and the pray won’t even know we’re going to attack and the extra guards slay it and I get all the credit.”
Damian began to run off hooting and hollering, caroling and drawing the beast “must go faster”
Back in the ice-cream shop.
The man behind the counter looked aquardly at the group and after Randy made eye contact he decided to speak. “So you gents going to the political ball tonight?”
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not sure if i wanted to have the bartender be a would be agent or if i wanted, or some one that wants to prevent a war. though i left it up to you since it is a cliff hanger. you choose what you want the bartender to be.
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