Canary is out back, staring tiredly into a laundry tub.
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She kinda looks like a lunatic from this angle, considering she’s been at mindlessly searching through her laundry the entire time she’s been in vision as you near her. But when is she not a little odd?
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Drakor approached quietly.
(Can i roll for stealth)
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good luck!
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(22)
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(i have no bonus. go be sneaky boyo.)
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Drakor padded towards Canary, then stood nearby waiting for her to notice.
He waited.
And waited.
Finally, being mindful of the fact that the rest of the group would not want him to stay here for an hour looking at soapy water, he cleared his throat.
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“I’m afraid to say, I cannot see what it is about the water that fascinates you.”
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“Bweh?!?!” I snap around and fall to the floor, letting go of the trousers I was holding onto.
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Drakor continued. “In the ten minutes that I have been examining it, I have not noticed anything unusual. Does it hold some magical properties?”
He extended a hand to Canary.
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Canary stands up herself, seemingly too surprised to grab onto your hand. “…You’re… still in… Granitehill?”
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Drakor frowned. “I am not done with my search yet. There are many people for me to interview. In any case, the murder investigation took up much more time than I had initially plan-”
He blinked. “Ah, right. The dwarven lady of the militia was asking about you. As a witness, I think?”
She tilts her head. She doesn’t look that confused at the prospect, but her actually doing it seems to be another mental story. “A witness? Does she want me to… go talk to her?”
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Drakor winced. “Er… yes. And also… maybebethereforthetrial?”
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“the what”
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