3-081: In the Foyer of Argyle’s Lodge XIV
The torch lands off to one side, on a work bench against the wall.
You hear the motor whine as the turret swivels, but it does not fire.
Earlier, when you poked your head around the door, there was no clicking noise.
Dicard, still with the frown says, “wait. What do we know about this guy?”
“Well… His information is crucial to… something… (It was 3 years ago, forgive me I’m not 100% on what we’re actually doing here.). He dislikes the man who sent us… He trades alpcow and ivory on occasion. He likes to bring entertainment vids here.”
I’ll turn to Dicard. “Why? Do you have an idea?”