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Kit looks at Pageflap with a nod and a smile. He's still smiling as everyone moves away from the cells, then with a startled jump, he realizes everyone is leaving and moves to follow.

He's still smiling when he catches up. I say, I could not have imagined this going better! he exclaims. I was expecting a lot of threats and just generally poor behavior on Red Beard's part. Turns out, he's not such a bad chap after all. Sometimes all you have to do is give someone a chance to turn over a new leaf!

"You're not getting them back. We're not arming you. Nothing personal."

So it seems like we have an idea of how to approach the night lord, but what should we expect guys? Maybe there is a way to sneak inside and take them head on on a smaller scale? I imagine this place will be heavily guarded, so we may be heavily outnumbered.

"We'll take that gold mask," is said in Red Beard's voice. They really seem to want that mask, Pageflap points out. There may be more to it than simple gold, for all they know.

Mid sentence, he telepathically signals the weasel to signal him if anything notable happens with the sheriff and the bandits.

Pageflap points at the room the bandits are in then makes weasel noises, telling them all he left his familiar in there. After that, he's pointing at his eyes and ears. He taps his head to tell everyone that he can see and hear through the weasel with magic.

He pokes his head into the other room and gives another "Caw!" to Sheriff Willowmane, asking her to come in the room with everyone. Ducking back into the room, he goes and sits in a chair, entering a trance and dulling his senses as he begins to see through a weasel's point of view.

That's what I was thinking about the mask. If their intentions are to run a pub there's a fine one here in town they could have at. Helping dispatch the night Lord would undoubtedly build enough good will in town for them to do so comfortably. If that's not to their liking I can allow them to unshutter the chugging chasm. Provided their true to their word in assisting us they could be a perfect fit. A couple of "redeemed" criminals to take over for another "redeemed" criminal. It provides the perfect Haman of propriety for the normal townsfolk and discretion for those more in the waters side of the law who are looking to safely last their head. The chugging chasm had a bit of a reputation as a safe Haven for those wanting to catch their breath when running from their troubles, provided that they didn't cause trouble with the establishment. While neither of these two are as imposing as I was behind my bar, together, and with my endorsement, I feel like this would be quite an adequate arrangement for all involved.

And if they turn down the offer, of either pub in favor of the mask, we know there's more to it than simple gold, and they may have to meet whatever fate is found at the end of our good will.

"Agreed. Though I have a feeling I already know how this is going to shake out, and I'm sure so do you."

In a perfect imitation of Red Beard's voice, Kit says, Haw, haw! Too fucking right! We'll shake that sonuvabitch right out of his lonely tower! Him and his fucking golden mask! Then you'll never see our shadows again!

Kit pauses for a moment, confused, and in his own voice says, Now remind me, my dears, what's this about a golden mask?

The voice change is bad enough, but it's disconcerting to see the thin actor's body shift as he takes on the mannerisms and body language of the bandit, then shift right back to the mannerisms of the haughty actor.

Pageflap wakes from his trance and turns to the party, opening his beak and speaking in Skeetz's voice, "You really think they can take Gardren? And let us go when it's all done?"

He pauses for a bit, turning to look at Sheriff Willowmane as he says the name.

Getting back to his voices, Pageflap then makes the noise of a loud snort, before continuing with his own imitation of Red Beard's voice, "Are you kidding? These numbnuts are bona fide 'heroes.' You heard the singing and shit last night. You know they got the firepower - you saw it yourself. And they're stupid enough to keep their word at the end of the day. If all goes well, we walk free. We'll take that mask and start up our own operation, claim we - and of course, I mean I - are the Night Lord. We'll be the ones in charge!"

He resumes speaking as Skeetz, this time with some desperation thrown in, "And what if they fuck it up? Gardren's no fool. If he wins and we're caught betraying him? That's a lot worse than Willowmane hanging us!"

He concludes the conversation as Red Beard, "Aye, we'll be right fucked then. Guess we better make sure these ripe cunts make their best go of it. I'm taking a fucking knife though, whatever they say. I'm not going up against The Fucking Night Lord without a blade in my hand."

Torden nods at Pageflap's mimicry of the bandits' private conversation. "Yep, I expected no less. How d'you fellas wanna play this?"

I figured as much... Taking out the Nightlord will just birth another. I say we let the plan follow through, but lets not give up the mask. I don't really care much about the value of it, but the mask brings fear to this town. The mask belongs to the Sheriff.

It's a lifestyle that continually tried to draw everyone back in. But fuck those guys. Let him keep his knife so he feels in control, and the first chance we get we can throw them to the wolves. Sans mask.

Kit's shoulders sag in a decidedly dejected manner. But my performance! he laments.

Pageflap pats the distraught Kit on the back, then turns back to Willowmane. "Gardren," he repeats. He's a bit surprised since he expected the Night Lord to be named Ralavaz.