Innkeeper
You decide it would be best to do this quickly as possible. You're sure that you can improvise if needed.
"Better go to the warehouse, I don't want to leave Edmond in the state he's in any longer than necessary."
"Sounds good, but you're coming with me, it'll go even faster if you're there to point out stuff you need." Reg says.
"UhÂ… okay." You reply not expecting to leave with Reg.
You and Reg take the carriage and soon you're at the warehouse where a couple of goons let you in.
"Okay, the medical shit is over here, let's get it and go."
You tell Reg to find the obvious things like syringes and bandages while you try to look for the pharmaceuticals. You're having a hard time though and look for a good twenty minutes before Reg gets impatient.
"Come on, what's taking so fucking long?"
"I can't find any antibiotics or anything like that. I need that stuff to make sure he doesn't die of an infection even after I sew him back up. The fact that this place has really bad lighting doesn't make it any easier."
"Look, worry about that later. Grab some of that stuff when you're at work tomorrow and come back here. Right now though the primary concern is stopping the bleeding and getting him patched up! He's tough he's not going to die overnight of some infection."
Not necessarily true, as you've seen it happen before, but there's little you can do about it now. You just hope Edmond's constitution is as good as Reg claims.
Just as you're about to leave a couple of gunshots are heard followed by the death yelps of several men.
"Oh shit! It's a hit!" Reg shouts scrambling for his flintlock pistol, while the sounds of several footsteps enter the building.
You start to panic and look for another exit, but it's hard to see in this darkness, so you fumble around trying to stay hidden. A couple more gunshots are heard followed by the slumping of a couple of bodies.
"Argh shit!!" you hear Reg shout. This is followed by a set of running footsteps and the sound of a sword hitting something. You don't hear Reg anymore.
You creep behind a bunch of boxes hoping that you're not found, but it doesn't work. A hand suddenly grabs you and turns you around.
"There you are doc. I really wish this could've been different, I really do. But it's time for a change in this organization and you're just another casualty of war, nothing personal." Hans says and stabs you repeatedly in the chest until you're no longer breathing.
"Better go to the warehouse, I don't want to leave Edmond in the state he's in any longer than necessary."
"Sounds good, but you're coming with me, it'll go even faster if you're there to point out stuff you need." Reg says.
"UhÂ… okay." You reply not expecting to leave with Reg.
You and Reg take the carriage and soon you're at the warehouse where a couple of goons let you in.
"Okay, the medical shit is over here, let's get it and go."
You tell Reg to find the obvious things like syringes and bandages while you try to look for the pharmaceuticals. You're having a hard time though and look for a good twenty minutes before Reg gets impatient.
"Come on, what's taking so fucking long?"
"I can't find any antibiotics or anything like that. I need that stuff to make sure he doesn't die of an infection even after I sew him back up. The fact that this place has really bad lighting doesn't make it any easier."
"Look, worry about that later. Grab some of that stuff when you're at work tomorrow and come back here. Right now though the primary concern is stopping the bleeding and getting him patched up! He's tough he's not going to die overnight of some infection."
Not necessarily true, as you've seen it happen before, but there's little you can do about it now. You just hope Edmond's constitution is as good as Reg claims.
Just as you're about to leave a couple of gunshots are heard followed by the death yelps of several men.
"Oh shit! It's a hit!" Reg shouts scrambling for his flintlock pistol, while the sounds of several footsteps enter the building.
You start to panic and look for another exit, but it's hard to see in this darkness, so you fumble around trying to stay hidden. A couple more gunshots are heard followed by the slumping of a couple of bodies.
"Argh shit!!" you hear Reg shout. This is followed by a set of running footsteps and the sound of a sword hitting something. You don't hear Reg anymore.
You creep behind a bunch of boxes hoping that you're not found, but it doesn't work. A hand suddenly grabs you and turns you around.
"There you are doc. I really wish this could've been different, I really do. But it's time for a change in this organization and you're just another casualty of war, nothing personal." Hans says and stabs you repeatedly in the chest until you're no longer breathing.
