On the deck of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...
Morton, slightly disappointed at the lack of mirrors, thanks his good buddy Tailor Craig.
"Hm, how strange. Ah well, it isn't any harm, I can make do without, shouldn't be too hard. I thank you again, good Tailor Craig, now if you excuse me..." he says, heading over to the kitchen, where he finds a shiny black surface - a wall! The entire kitchen is a shiny black, though you can't really see your own reflection in it. Morton hopes to correct that.
After a minute or five of furious polishing, he finds himself to be successful! The wall is now rather wonderfully reflective, whereupon Morton notices the rings on his surface. Gah, how infuriatingly improper! Time to get rid of them!
[Self-cleaning roll: 6]
He cleans his surface with a fury that only a practiced butler could possibly muster, and soon finds that he has achieved a rather interesting effect! His surface, formerly a rather matte-looking affair, is now also rather wonderfully reflective. And there's no rings. All in all, wondrous things have been achieved.
Outside a house of guards...
Sigmund goes ahead and commences the next part of his persuasion attempt.
"Yes, I think I hear him planning to get rid one of his rival booksellers. Please, we have to go and warn him!"
The six-armed guard stares at Sigmund for a moment, then disappears from the window frame. A few minutes later, the other guard, looking rather sleepy, appears in his place.
"Erm, my friend here wants me to ask you something. It's not like we don't trust you, though we really don't, what with you being one of our undesirables, but before we disturb our kind and gracious employer, tell me and my friend a few things. So, you saw Wallyn?"
Scott and Kevin, meanwhile, grumble at each other from the alley, not really sure what's taking so long.