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Ribbon Candy
f57349
rolled 7, 9, 9, 10, 3, 1, 4, 6, 9, 9, 10, 8, 5, 4, 9, 10, 2, 2, 8, 3, 6, 4, 9, 2, 1, 7, 1, 10, 10, 10, 5, 6, 2, 9, 7, 4, 6, 4, 8, 3, 4, 2, 2, 10, 5, 10, 9, 4, 6, 10, 6, 8, 5, 5, 3, 9, 1, 5, 1, 5 = 352
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> Are you going to prevent the Stirges from turning around and going back to town?
They were hired to escort a consignment of goods. Goods aren't done being transported, their job's not done either. (Also, that makes it easier to keep an eye on them.)
> Girl, don't you bother the dragon!
"Your concern for our time and attention is admirable, Ms Costa,"
> You want me to pop you in the mouth?
"...if, perhaps, overzealous. May I speak with the child for a moment?"
Assuming a yes (or terrified deer-in-headlights stammering) I'll crouch down to the kid's level, produce a writing brush and paper from somewhere, and formally extend the Immaculate Order's hospitality.
"Your petition for refugee status is provisionally approved, to be reassessed once the satrap is healthy enough to get back to work and public order has been restored. How many others are in your group?" Writing down relevant details as I go, handing over the permission slip once it's complete.
Rolling... I dunno, charisma + linguistics or wits + bureaucracy or something... to make it clear to the kid I'd protect her from Ms Costa, too, if necessary, without quite saying so out loud.
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