After our last disaster, we tried the same plan again, but with a different approach -- we checked people _before_ they came in! Brilliant. We found one guy who was sending crazy mixed signals -- dangerous, suddenly not dangerous, you know the type. The cavalryman and I tired the direct approach and swiftly found ourselves back at the door wondering what we were supposed to be doing. It was weird. Finally. The t'skrang broke the ice with the guy by buying him a drink. He said he was looking for the same thing we were -- that is, I assume, the gambling horror. Why he was looking for it, he didn't say, and she didn't ask.
Further searching of the participants revealed a strange broach that wanted to fight with us. Unfortunately, we all got the strange feeling that we actually should attack it, and the broach skittered away. Yes, skittered. I didn't know broached could skitter, abut apparently they can.
More unfortunately, drinking guy somehow got a hold of it, and ran off with it. And apparently he was some sort of bad guy, because we very quickly found ourselves in the company of the kind, who them immediately left to go fight him. We probably should have just smashed the broach when we had the chance.
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