In Helsvar's village...
Niklas is offended by the accusation leveled at him. How could one ever confuse him with a pile of refuse? Unthinkable!
"No, and I would know who it is that calls me garbage!"
"Bjarfjoltringarharaltfijrolturhelfrejbalgarthuriskaldollothar!" the fellow yells out to him. It's not a particularly long name, but it does contain a fair amount of pedigree in it, if Niklas heard it right. Hm. He supposes he needs to become more manlike to be taken seriously. However, he seems to lack the ability to do so himself.
On the deck of the Second Shank...
Sigmund, after carrying on for a bit with all that speaking he seems to be so fond of, goes and checks up on Erin.
He finds her to be still asleep, twisting and turning in her bed, probably having reasonably vivid dreams.
Scott, meanwhile, looks into the possibility of stealing books. He walks back over to Brenwicke's Books, as this is the only bookstore likely to carry what he needs, and tries to muscle his way in through the crowd.
[Scott's strength roll: 2+1]
Sadly, the rubberneckers are made out of sterner stuff than one might imagine, resisting his advances to an displeasing degree.
In a cul-de-sac in the engineers' quarter of the City of the Dead...
Darren affirms that it is indeed the crown that Velusius wants back.
"Uh... yeah. He does."
"If you don't mind me saying, sir, it was about time he sent someone over to quest for it. Thing's been sitting here for ages!"
As the hand speaks, Darren looks around. The neighborhood, while seemingly innocuous, looks more than a bit spooky to him. The shadows in the area dance distressingly on occasion, and he has a very distinct sensation he's being watched. Closely.
"Perhaps you'd like to come inside my place of residence? It has got a very pleasant radiance I'm sure you'll enjoy, and we could speak more on the matter of the crown - the Crown of Flowers, I believe it was called?"
In the distance behind the hands, Darren believes he can see a very dim silhouette, humanoid, gently floating in the air.