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(set: $choiceC to false)Narrator - *`*The hooded dwarf blinks and leaps back, wide fists knuckling wider eyes.*`*
[[Continue | Carson1]]Carson - Miles Davis? Is that really your face I’m seein’?
[[Continue | First Choice]]1. [[`*You haven't heard that name in years. You forgot how musical it sounded.*` | 1-1]]
2. [[`*Tell him he's not wrong, but Beast fits you like fresh sails now.*` | 1-2]]
3. [[`*Grunt that it’s Beast, and he’d do well to remember that.*` | 1-2]]Carson - Right yeh are! Always reminded me o’ horns a bit . . .
[[Continue | Carson2]]Carson - Not to worry, not to worry. Won’ happen again.
[[Continue | Carson2]]Carson - Wild seein’ ya like this! Heard yeh was long gone from this world. Like starin’ at a ghost with a glorious bushy beard!
[[Continue |Choices]](unless: $choiceA)[ 1. [[`*Snort. You hardly recognized him by his own withered whiskers. They’re barely past his collar.*` | 2-1]]]
(unless: $choiceA)[ 2. [[`*Say you tried to forget his face, but you never forgot his name. Carson.*` | 2-2]]]
(unless: $choiceB)[ 3. [[`*Ask him where you are exactly. Strange place to find under a prison.*` | 2-3]]]
4. [[`*Tell him surviving was a close thing. Took going through hell and high tides aplenty.*` | 2-4]]
5. [[`*Frown. There’s no more time for pleasantries. Your boot’s got an appointment with Justinia’s backside.*` | 2-5]]
Carson - Don’ yeh go worryin’ about me none. Got hair aplenty where it counts.
[[Continue | 2-2]]Carson - *Ha!* Glad to see your jokes weren’ lost to the waves. Reminds me o’ when we got piss-drunk and built that fort in Briarfen Stables. Not a horse around, only hay and the winter’s chill. Our fire burned tha’ whole *godsdamn thing* to the ground.
[[Continue | 2-2a]]Carson - The Arena? Fort Joy’s as cheerful as a barrel of eels. Magistrates stomp any who’s lookin’ ‘em sideways, Griff’s thugs crawlin’ the streets . . . need some way to forget this mess. Smashin’ each other with sticks and tryin’ to be gods . . . Bah, long as the Hammer doesn’t come knockin’, we’re roses.
[[Continue | 2-3a]]Carson - Not hard t’ believe. If anyone’s too much gristle for even the sea to stomach, it’s you. Still, damn Justinia’s bones. She get’s a jewel on ‘er head, and now any who take one step outta ‘er tune wind up branded like cattle, or worse.
[[Continue | 2-4a]]Carson- Ha! Haven’t changed a bit. Left for dead, a broken rebel, and yer ready for round two before your boots have dried.
[[Continue | 2-4/5]]And there yeh were, eight years a dwarf and not a scrap o’ hair t’your chin, starin’ down Sergeant Renchwin like *he’d* started the thing. *‘Better get a bucket,’* yeh said. Royal family or not, still surprised he didn’ bury yeh in a hole.
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[[Continue | Somethin Else]](display: "Choices")Speakin’ o’ that hellspawn, got a proposition for yeh. These collars ‘round our necks? Dallis the Hammer’s who made ‘em. Got a plan to be rid o’ mine. Interested?
[[Continue | 2-3b]]1. [[`*Nod. You can make time for a friend, even more time to pop this collar.*` | 2-3choice1]]
2. [[`*Tell him you’ve got bigger fish on your plate than hair-brained dream schemes.*` | 2-3choice2]]
(set: $choiceB to true)Carson - *Knew it!* Can still read yeh after all these years. Meet me at Nebora’s, the smithy in the Ghetto. We’ll talk more there.
[[Continue | Somethin Else]]Carson - More’s the pity. Can’ blame me for tryin’, aye?
[[Continue | Somethin Else]]Carson - Somethin’ else buggin’ yeh?
[[Continue | Display]]Bah, yeh were exiled in her eyes, not mine. Tell me when I can buy yeh a drink, or a keg, and yeh can tell me the whole sodden tale.
[[Continue | 2-4/5]]Carson - First thing’s first, yeh gotta get off this island. Got somethin’ that can help. What say yeh? Ain’t comin’ for free. Best me and it’s yours.
[[Continue | 2-4/5a]]Narrator - *`*He readies himself, smacking his forehead in an all-too-familiar fashion.*`*
[[Continue | 2-4/5b]]1. `[BEAST]` [[`*You’ve never turned down a challenge in your life. You crash your skull into his.*` | Fight]]
2. [[`*You’ve stomached enough of his nonsense. Whatever his aid, it isn’t worth it.*` | Pass]]Carson - Keep your ‘at on. Was only tryin’ to lightin’ yeh up a bit. Maybe the sea did change yeh. Got yeh a key for what it’s worth. Take it.
[[Continue | Key]]Carson - Damn yer hide and teeth! Yeh *always win*, hehehe. Fair’s fair. This key oughta help yeh on your way.
[[Continue | Key]]Carson - Yeh never been much for takin’ advice, Beast, so I won’ bother. The Order, Justinia . . . even when enemies are thick as puddin’ ‘round your head, yeh always take that first bite. Don’t stop now.
`[Take Your Leave]`Narrator - *`*The dwarves’ heads smash together like battering rams. After a titanic struggle, Carson is driven to the ground.*`*
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