Bow again, then leave. Wrap our magic potato in this citizenship papers and lets go to the University!
"...Thank you ma'am."
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Go to the guard and show him the papers. When he lets us in, go to the University
"
...Thank you ma'am."
You bow, and then leave. She follows You out, and as You leave the Courtyard, You hear Her say something behind You.
‘Kon, I need to talk to You, It said It lost It’s memory.’
After that, You hear no more.
You make Your way back to main street, and swim Your way through the crowds, towards the opened gatehouse, where You present Your Papers. The Greencloak who takes them, a Red-haired, scar-faced Dwarf with a forked beard, asks more than once about why a Potato has been wrapped up with Your papers, and no amount of explaining that it’s a magic potato seems to satiate Him. Eventually, though, He lets You through, mostly out of exhaustion.
Finally, You pass through the gates, into the legendary upper parts of Town! The University awaits You! The gates open in front of You!
You are somewhat disappointed.
A cobbled street, overgrown in some places with moss and grass peeking between stones, continues before You. On either side, tall, heavily plastered and whitewashed, thickly-walled, roughly-built, high-gabled ended, slate-roofed buildings rise above You, packed together with almost no space in between. Out of every seven or so Buildings, one looks to be empty. You don’t know what You expected, but You didn’t expect it to be quite this run-down and miserable. After some walking up steep roads, You eventually reach a large square, with a free-standing arch at its centre, proud and tall, smeared with generations of uncleaned soot and ash, with a gallows set up underneath, the nooses hanging from beams lain down on the underside of the arch istelf. There are less People up here, but only compared to the Low Town. The wind is stronger, too.
After some looking around, You find the street with a sign labelling it as ‘Baker’s street’. Lined with Bakeries, filled with the smell of baking goods, it winds ever so slightly to the right, before depositing You at a T-junction. Ahead is what looks like a former Temple, with stained glass windows and flying butresses, which has long since been expanded and mutilated with a dozen or so extra bits shoved on, with dozens of chimneys and windows and doorways and rooftops. At the gates, a Woman with long grey hair and a face composed of wrinkles and angles stops You.
‘You here to visit? If Y’are, I’ll need Yer name, Yer papers, and Yer purpose of visit. No exeptions.’
Wounds: 1Cloth bag
Metal knife
Kight metal pot
Metal lantern
Firelighter
Fistful of root vegetables: (x1.8 )
Waterskin: Mouthful of water (x10)
Smaller bag: Fistful of flour (x4)
Salt box: Pinch of salt (x?)
Black Spherical Orb
Bedroll
Plate
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Topic: Of Ghosts and Whispers: a Suggestion game (Read 28169 times)