Omen doodles again!

So you remember yesterday I mentioned we all broke out of jail? Everyone ELSE in the party hatched this elaborate plan with some guy running a 24/7 orgy brothel crime ring that Snaketongue really didn’t want to be working with, and they were gonna infiltrate a party held by one of the city’s OTHER crime lords and steal a thing for the guy WE were with so he could find the real assassin for us and clear our names and etc. etc. etc.

But since his failed spell had worn off by this point and we could all speak normally, Snaketongue washed his hands of the whole affair and went to turn himself back in and explain the misunderstanding. The guard he approached was really not understanding at all, as this earned the priest a dart to the neck, a blow to the head, and (once we were reunited) a stern lecture from the rogue on why we should never trust the police to be reasonable.

(It’s worth noting that the only reason they came back to rescue my sorry tranquilised ass is that they needed “someone with magic” to find the actual assassin and I fit the bill well enough.)

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Best line of the night, when everyone else came back into the jail to get me out (again):

Shazz: “DO I SEE THAT HAPPENING?”

Zim: “NO! YOU’RE BEHIND BARS, FEELING DRUNK!!”