(FOC) The Right

[Morgan Bellanar]

Maybe I should've stayed hidden. Could've tried the elf-neck-grab-trick to knock the norman out or something. It took the Beast a moment to pick up what Gregory meant. It was a good thing the Darkling had emphasized certain words. Otherwise the Beast wouldn't have known he meant a Pledge.

To be honest though, the Twilit Page wasn't good at Pledge crafting. She whispered back, "We c-can sss-assuredly attempt-t-t to return heh-his things. I am unsure if we can-an do so as a task. F-f-f-botch terms could be a...misfortune. Tis a endeavor, if ye wish to attempt, Imma can swear wid heh-him but I nay...try more then a day."

Which was one problem with Pledges. The Wyrd picked the factors if you got the words wrong. Morgan could try to make a Pledge that helped her track the bad guys without a sanction, but if she phrased it wrong the Wyrd could twist it. And the Twilit Page sometimes had...problems with spoken words.

[Gregory]

Gregory's eyes bulge as the man identifies an apt description of Mrs. Rosemary. His gaze shoots to Morgan knowingly.

"Indeed it does. Morgan, let's go."

They have lingered here long enough. As much as they might need the man's assistance, it would only expose them for what they are. Gregory turns away from the man and starts off back the way they came to the Hedge Gate, waving Morgan to follow him.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan was glad she wasn't looking at the norman, because no way could she maintain a poker face with the knowledge Mrs. Rosemary had been willing to go with them. That either meant they had really good blackmail to force the Orgress's cooperation or they'd provided a important enough reason for the baker to abandon her kitchen without notice. The raccoon crossed one of her claws in hopes that it was the latter but expecting the former. She was an optimist: hope for the best whilst you prepare for the worst.

She nods to Gregory's wave before turning her head to look at the norman: "Vvviolence-prefer-avoid-no-aid-needed."

And she quickly trailed off after her fellow Lost. When they were out of earshot of the man the raccoon would catch up to the gargoyle and ask: "No coerce. Ye t-think t-that be g-good oro-or bad-d-d? Erm, the doods that tis. Circumstances heh-have to be misfortune ."