Just a lotta different fun bits of craft piled joyfully together. I miss the golden age of music videos and am glad people are still making em.

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Just a lotta different fun bits of craft piled joyfully together. I miss the golden age of music videos and am glad people are still making em.
CHILCHUCK — "Make it quick, yeah?" The half-foot is several drinks deep, an adventurer's preferred state. "I don't make a habit of talking to Canaries."
ELECTROCHEMISTRY — I'll have what he's having.
CHILCHUCK — He waits like a pin for your first raking pass.
YOU — "What do you know about necromancy?"
CHILCHUCK — "Necromancy? You mean the forbidden arts? Dark magic? Officer, why in the hell would I know *anything* about that?"
DRAMA [Challenging: Success] — My liege. 'Tis not just spirits on his breath. Smell it: the savory scent of a *lie.*
EMPATHY [Legendary: Success] — There's a sorrow he's trying to hide.
YOU — "She's gone, isn't she?"
CHILCHUCK — "What are you...?" His eyes widen - it's just a flicker. He shakes it away. "What are you saying, officer?"
EMPATHY — It's there. Deep in there.
YOU — Wait, how do I know this?
INLAND EMPIRE — You ask from the bottom of a hole. You already know this.
EMPATHY — A pain you've borne for an age of men, alone. It's there, fresh, in the tiny mirrors of his eyes. He feels it, too.
YOU — "She's gone... and she took the kids."
CHILCHUCK — He scowls. "You know what? Officer, this interview is over. Any further questions will have to go through a guild representative."
PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] — His hands shake around the stein. A liability for a locksmith.
AUTHORITY — Bingo.
New task: Call her.