I agree with Brey. A vote would be best.

Goonter thanks Abaddon for the hospitality and makes his way silently out the door, unsure of where his next destination lies.

Goonter tries to ignore the rude little girl but can't help but smirk at her mention of feeding that silly skull...

other than that, he relaxes and enjoys his tea, only half-lstening to the conversation between Ashearth and Abaddon.

After slipping quickly into the cabin, Goonter takes one of the chairs the Valkin'Vi woman provides. "Thank you so much," he says, his face aglow with visible delight.

Heartily accepting the invitation, Goonter steps up to Abaddon, "Thank you, Master Abaddon, tea would be great! I don't know if you remember me, but I am Goonter, and I used to play games at your House of Chance before it ceased to exist."

Drawn by the smell, the Guthrie wanders away from the keep to the cabin where the small group is gathered. He looks around at the group, clearly suspicious of each and every one of them. Hearing what Brey had said, the Guthrie chimes in, "As a matter of fact, you were followed. But it is not yo...

"Oh yes I remember..." says the Guthrie quietly.

How could he forget those horrifying pictures Big Moma was trying to solicit the other night?

He mumbles something under his breath along the lines of "Who would want to buy that terrible artwork anyhow?"

"Sorry I'm not trying to suggest that anything terrible should happen to Chance... I just wonder what would drive a man to curse someone like that."

Oh yeah, I nearly forgot about that... quite possibly the strangest book in the library!

Hold on... everyone hates Valkyn'Vi now?

After hearing about Big Moma's curse and everyone's reaction, Goonter nods toward Franchesco

"I agree with what the old man said. If that Chance guy doesn't be more careful, I think things may not go to well for him."

Upon entering the building, the Guthrie approaches the bar where pies so often sit. He stands on his tippy toes to get a good look at what is up there... and sees several sweet morsels left over from the night before... but no pies. Feeling slightly disappointed, the Guthrie grabs a few morsels to n...

A squeaky voice can barely be heard from beyond the castle walls...

"Hey! Someone wanna let me in? I can smell pies cookin in there!"

The Guthrie comes down from the lofts, clad in his bright blue and gold robe, red sashes, green-blue pants, a "longsword" over half his side slung across his back. It is early in the morning and nobody else has risen from their slumber yet. He steps outside into the cool morning air. The f...

Cool, thanks guys. That pretty much sums it up.