INVESTIGATION

[consolemods]

So you've had the week to adjust to your weird new situation, with most of the days leaving you to your own devices. There's been the threat of murder hanging over your heads since Tuesday, but... is anyone going to go for such a silly motive? Does anyone want ice cream that badly? Nobody's gonna be dead, right?

Well, everything seems pretty normal when you wake up in your rooms... but you might find something unusual when you go downstairs into the inn.

Care to explore?

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[fuckthemancers]

[HEY GUYS WANTED TO HEAR MORE YELLING]

[BECAUSE ZULF IS YELLING]

[ALSO THERE MIGHT HAVE BEEN A SWEAR. WHAT LANGUAGE? WHO KNOWS. IT SURE SOUNDS LIKE A SWEAR THO.]

[After a second, he gets a hold of himself again.]

It's an eye-!

[condemnedone]

[ For his credit, his frown deepens only slightly. Then again, he's seen some things in war. ]

What else? Just the eye?

[fuckthemancers]

How can- [He cuts himself off mid-sentence to take in a deep breath. Calm. Just. Calm. Don't look at the eyeball.] There's the pitchfork, the eye, and that rope... I... think that's it...

[Is it? He'll look around again, trying not to linger too long on the eyeball.]

[consolemods]

[Yep! There's a little bit of blood on both ends of the rope, but other than that, you're good!

Good.

"Good."]

[fuckthemancers]

["Good".]

Yes, that's it. Hold on, let me see if I can...

[Using the pitchfork, he'll scoop up the rope to deposit into his bucket. That part is easy. What's much harder is getting the eyeball, and, after a couple of awkward attempts to splash the pitchfork so that it comes closer... Zulf sighs.]

[He's starting to feel sick.]

Soren, can you get me the strainer...? I don't think I'm getting it any other way...

[He could use his hands, but, uh, fuck you]

[condemnedone]

...I'll be right back.

[ At least he's not forcing him to use his hands. He sure wouldn't; it takes a bit and his step's a little hurried but he returns with the strainer. He looks down in the well.

... Might as well hold it out and then toss it lightly down there. ]

[fuckthemancers]

Ah-

[Welp. There it goes, splashing into the water. Zulf's hands are a little full with everything he's trying to juggle down here. Well, whatever. Prop a pitchfork against a wall, grab the strainer, get the eye, get the pitchfork again...]

Pull me up, please... I can't stand being down here any longer.

[He smells blood. And has an eyeball in his possession.]

[condemnedone]

[ ... He'll look to Guzma again and leave it to him because noodly arms and noodle mage. ]

[acherontiastyx]

Yeah, I can't blame you. Hold on tight to... whatever you've got. Yech.

[AND PULL ZULF UP HE WILL!]

[fuckthemancers]

[UP HE GOES]

[At least Zulf tries to help, pushing up with his feet where he can, until he's finally shoving the pitchfork over the side of the well and then pulling himself up.]

Eugh- someone take this, please.

[acherontiastyx]

Yeah, okay.

[he'll take the pitchfork, at the very least. he's also grossed out by the fucking eye but....]