Innkeeper
You don't know if you'll forever be indebted to Edmond, but at least you know his character a little bit better than Hans. Telling Hans you're not going to go through with his plan though would be foolish, the only way to do this is to act like you are and then rat him out when you get to Edmond. Not the noblest of plans, but you see that you have little choice.
When you leave the hospital you enter the carriage, which is waiting for you across the street.
"I trust you got everything you need?"
"Yeah, I found something perfect to take care of our problem."
"Excellent! I knew you'd see things my way." Hans says. He doesn't seem to think you're going to double cross him, which is good news for you. Hans goes on a little more about how you're doing the right thing and to make sure to stay calm throughout the whole procedure
You get back to the tavern where Reg and several other Talon members are waiting.
"What the fuck took you so damn long? Edmond could've died already!"
"Sorry." You reply and head to his office.
You enter the office and the Sotakan assassin is holding a dagger to your throat already.
"Down boy, it's the doc...ughÂ…what the fuck took you so long? I'm dying over here!"
The Sotakan releases you and you run over to Edmond who is now lying on the floor still clutching his side. You begin working on Edmond immediately.
"Argh, fuck! That hurt!" Edmond winces as you take out a few pieces of shrapnel before sewing him up.
"Yeah I imagine it would. I got some bad news to tell you."
"What worse than getting shot?
"Well maybe not as bad as that, but how close are you to Hans and his brother?"
"We're business associates though they've been working for me since they were snot nosed kids. So I suppose I'm like a father figure to them. Heh heh."
"Then they're ready to commit patricide, because they tried to get me to kill you."
"What!?"
You explain to Edmond what Hans told you as you're working on him. He's mad, but not at you. In fact he doesn't even accuse you of making it up. He says it's hardly surprising given the business he's in. He calls over his Sotakan and tells him "Hans, Wallace, dead." With this simple instruction, the lizard assassin finally leaves the room to do his mission.
Doesn't take long for the Sotakan to come back.
"Wow. I guess that's the end of that then." You say still working on Edmond.
"Looks like. Hey doc, that was a real standup thing ya did. You probably could've easily injected me with some shit that could've killed me without even my lizard boy even realizing it before it was too late."
"I'm not a killer, despite my unfortunate lapse of judgment concerning how to deal with those waitresses a few years ago."
"Hmm, well I'm sure it probably still passed through your mind. Especially how that deal went down with Frank's place. Anyway, Hans was probably right about one thing, I was going to hang that incident over your head for the rest of your life, but given these recent events let's call it even."
"Thanks Edmond." You say politely. Sure you could get self-righteous and point out that you've saved his life TWICE. But really, why piss off a crime boss?
After patching up Edmond and making sure he's not going to get an infection, you mention that he should be fine as long as he takes it easy for a couple months. He thanks you again and says if you ever need another favor you know where to find him. You assure him that you won't.
You get on with your life after this last bit of dabbling with the underworld. Part of you for a while worries that Edmond is going to go back on his word, but that doesn't happen thankfully. You definitely feel a great weight has been lifted off of you. You also properly dispose of the Incitahol. You'd normally report something like this, but you'd rather not have to explain why you were breaking into the pharmaceutical cabinet in the first place. You just hope whoever was dumb enough to put the stuff there doesn't have any more of it.
As for your family's inn, your mother eventually sells it in a few years and moves back to Teckleville. You aren't unhappy to see it sold off; you didn't have too many great memories of the place in the last years you were there. Still, if it weren't for the inn you wouldn't have been able to become a doctor either.
While the rest of your life generally plays out in a positive way, you never do lose your minor alcohol problem because every once in awhile you still feel guilt about some of the things you were involved in. Drinking helps ease the pain a bit, but you never talk to anyone else about it of course. Sometimes you wonder what you could've done different when you worked at the inn, a better way perhaps.
You'll never know.
When you leave the hospital you enter the carriage, which is waiting for you across the street.
"I trust you got everything you need?"
"Yeah, I found something perfect to take care of our problem."
"Excellent! I knew you'd see things my way." Hans says. He doesn't seem to think you're going to double cross him, which is good news for you. Hans goes on a little more about how you're doing the right thing and to make sure to stay calm throughout the whole procedure
You get back to the tavern where Reg and several other Talon members are waiting.
"What the fuck took you so damn long? Edmond could've died already!"
"Sorry." You reply and head to his office.
You enter the office and the Sotakan assassin is holding a dagger to your throat already.
"Down boy, it's the doc...ughÂ…what the fuck took you so long? I'm dying over here!"
The Sotakan releases you and you run over to Edmond who is now lying on the floor still clutching his side. You begin working on Edmond immediately.
"Argh, fuck! That hurt!" Edmond winces as you take out a few pieces of shrapnel before sewing him up.
"Yeah I imagine it would. I got some bad news to tell you."
"What worse than getting shot?
"Well maybe not as bad as that, but how close are you to Hans and his brother?"
"We're business associates though they've been working for me since they were snot nosed kids. So I suppose I'm like a father figure to them. Heh heh."
"Then they're ready to commit patricide, because they tried to get me to kill you."
"What!?"
You explain to Edmond what Hans told you as you're working on him. He's mad, but not at you. In fact he doesn't even accuse you of making it up. He says it's hardly surprising given the business he's in. He calls over his Sotakan and tells him "Hans, Wallace, dead." With this simple instruction, the lizard assassin finally leaves the room to do his mission.
Doesn't take long for the Sotakan to come back.
"Wow. I guess that's the end of that then." You say still working on Edmond.
"Looks like. Hey doc, that was a real standup thing ya did. You probably could've easily injected me with some shit that could've killed me without even my lizard boy even realizing it before it was too late."
"I'm not a killer, despite my unfortunate lapse of judgment concerning how to deal with those waitresses a few years ago."
"Hmm, well I'm sure it probably still passed through your mind. Especially how that deal went down with Frank's place. Anyway, Hans was probably right about one thing, I was going to hang that incident over your head for the rest of your life, but given these recent events let's call it even."
"Thanks Edmond." You say politely. Sure you could get self-righteous and point out that you've saved his life TWICE. But really, why piss off a crime boss?
After patching up Edmond and making sure he's not going to get an infection, you mention that he should be fine as long as he takes it easy for a couple months. He thanks you again and says if you ever need another favor you know where to find him. You assure him that you won't.
You get on with your life after this last bit of dabbling with the underworld. Part of you for a while worries that Edmond is going to go back on his word, but that doesn't happen thankfully. You definitely feel a great weight has been lifted off of you. You also properly dispose of the Incitahol. You'd normally report something like this, but you'd rather not have to explain why you were breaking into the pharmaceutical cabinet in the first place. You just hope whoever was dumb enough to put the stuff there doesn't have any more of it.
As for your family's inn, your mother eventually sells it in a few years and moves back to Teckleville. You aren't unhappy to see it sold off; you didn't have too many great memories of the place in the last years you were there. Still, if it weren't for the inn you wouldn't have been able to become a doctor either.
While the rest of your life generally plays out in a positive way, you never do lose your minor alcohol problem because every once in awhile you still feel guilt about some of the things you were involved in. Drinking helps ease the pain a bit, but you never talk to anyone else about it of course. Sometimes you wonder what you could've done different when you worked at the inn, a better way perhaps.
You'll never know.
