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meadowlarklogs2019-03-09 11:10 am
- !arrival log,
- dark angel: max guevara,
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- voltron: keith
ARRIVAL LOG 008
WHERE: New Amsterdam
WHEN: Night of October 5 to night of October 8
WHAT: The eighth arrival
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Coercion and loss of autonomy, alcohol usage. Further notes at end of log.
Awareness comes to you in blurred snatches, cloudy fragments of sound and light, color, sensation. Hazy and difficult to grasp on to, but slowly aligning into focus. A series of regular, rhythmic beeps. A medicinal, astringent smell. The sensation of movement, a low hum and accompanying vibration under you. Your eyes are heavy, hard to keep open, but in the glimpses between slow, dark blinks you see four people in black body armor seated opposite you, as well as a man in dark gray scrubs.
You realize there are others next to you. All of you in blue short sleeve shirts and ill-fitting jeans, hair recently cut but at various stages of growth, restrained by straps across your chests, arms, feet, holding you to the bench under you. To your left, an armored interior door, two more people visible, the movement of streets passing through a windshield. You try to open your mouth to speak, but it's as if your tongue is coated in tar, and you manage nothing more than an empty parting of lips.
The vehicle stops. The guard opposite you stands and comes to unbuckle you from the bench, helping you to your feet. Your limbs feel wooden and heavy, slow to move. One guard opens the back of the vehicle, and false, colored light, illuminating the streets in the distance will first alert your senses of being somewhere else, combined with warm air that's only cooled with the setting of the sun. The nurse moves to stand at the back, checking each passenger over one by one just before they're helped out of the vehicle, quick and methodical. He doesn't climb out after you, moving to sit as the last passenger is unloaded.
The guards keep their heads down. Their actions are quick, firm, but not entirely unkind. Once all the passengers are out, they climb back into the vehicle and close the doors. The engine powers up again, and then the bus is gone.
You're left alone in an alley, with no idea of where you are or why you've been brought here.
Around the corner of the alley, there is the smell of beer and a weird yodel-like sound – no, wait. That is definitely yodeling and beer. Further movement forward will lead to you finding yourself in a busy area filled with multiple people carrying reusable cups full of liquid. You've just shown up at a party with a bunch of people wearing nearly identical clothing. The good thing is that everyone is probably too drunk to notice.
◉ Though entirely capable of independent action and thought, new characters will find themselves completely, unquestioningly compliant to any verbal statement which could be taken as a command or request.
The message from El comes the same as usual: insistent, not waiting for any active attempt to open it. Scrolling within your vision as if being written while you're reading it.
I'm starting to think that the arrests last month mean that our friendly delivery men have had to change up what they're doing. Either way - the group waiting for you this time is huge. The get up? Blue shirts, all around. Let's see how long that lasts. Anyway. Arrival #8. You know the deal, don't you? I bet you're all already out there having a good time.
Although New Amsterdam is a mish-mash of world cultures, there are certain traditions that took root in the city as it began to form its identity. Yes, one was Anime Naexpo. Another? Oktoberfest. Hoping to capitalize on the heritage of the region, businesses throughout New Amsterdam pushed for the continued celebration of Oktoberfest. In fact, the only time it wasn't celebrated was during the Xelkoven War, as the fight between humans and AI meant that any celebrations were put by the wayside.
Perhaps even more so than having to work during an anime convention, Oktoberfest is not a fun time for customer service workers. All around, various different cashiers, food truck chefs and drivers, rickshawers, couriers and more find that they don't have a choice but to dress up in Dutch costumes recalling times of the past. These costumes are typically pulled out of some back closest and generally assigned to the employees, so some of them won't fit all that well. The problem is that it isn't cool enough to be dressed in these as the days cool off, and the only saving grace is that they get to work at night rather than the day. The early parts of their shifts are miserably hot, and things don't get better from there. If your character is a customer service employee, they can expect some uncomfortable days ahead.
Somehow, the discomfort of the various workers doesn't come in the way of the loud and festive activities. All around New Amsterdam, various tents go up selling a lot of different wares, many of which are probably second hand junk that people are trying to sell off for a few credits. This is the time when the Black Market stops working underground, instead opening temporary store fronts in tents that are far too nice for the wares they're providing (but at least they're trying to be a less obvious money laundering front). If someone's looking to get in good with the underground or get a sense of how to find these places for some actually illegal goods, Oktoberfest is a prime place to start.
Otherwise? Oktoberfest is likely full of what anyone would expect: a lot of beer, funny looking Bavarian clothing, a lot of live music, and a lot of opportunities for drunken folk to put on a good show. If your character is the type to look for an opening to grab some attention, this is the place to do it.
◉ There will be a lot of beers available in pretty much every single tent. The drinking age in New Amsterdam is 18, but it's equally unlikely that anyone will be checking implants with how busy everything will be. The most popular beer this year? "We're Lucky We're Not Cyborgs," an extremely hoppy IPA made by the most popular brewery in New Amsterdam. All of the beers are available in bottles that you can return for more, as businesses no longer sell alcohol by the can. Think of growlers – but in a far more manageable size! Feel free to come up with the cyberpunk name of your dreams for the beer. Or people can just drink the New Amsterdam River – which is the name of the beer with a picture of the man-made river on it. It's cheap, but reliable. Oh, and for those of you that don't like the taste of beer, there's cider and mead on tap at most places as well.
◉ There will be various stages all over for acts to perform, but the schedules will not be full. Before long, the characters will know that Oktoberfest is where some people plan to get discovered. And … it's also a place where some people become social media sensations, in either good or bad ways. Need to propose to someone? Need to show off your abs? These stages are the place to be. If someone's not up there, take the chance and make it your time to shine. Or … go down in infamy.
◉ Most of the food throughout the festival will harken back to its German heritage, albeit without a whole lot of success. There are sausages, but much like the hot dogs of today, it's likely better that you don't ask what's in them. A safe bet is the large array of potato dishes around. These are delicious – and cheap!
◉ There are some competitions, too! Virtual fencing – albeit in a very, very amateurish way – and virtual crossbow competitions happen throughout the three-day event. And then there's yodeling. One of the stages will be dedicated to this the entire time. Yes, people practice to win big, but that doesn't mean that everyone has to practice.
◉ Like with Oktoberfest of the past, celebrities will have their own VIP tent right in the heart of the financial district. If you have a favorite music, film, or movie star and they have a penchant for partying, this is the place to be. Sneaking in will be hard – but not impossible. Though some will find that they might have to work this tent. These celebrities can't go without their coffee or beer, after all.
Access to the safehouse is a hatch hidden behind stacks of empty storage shelves in the back of an abandoned supermarket in an outer district of the city. The immediate area is similarly abandoned, empty stores, flanked by several blocks of dive bars and clubs which cater to more niche tastes. A place where people can come and go unseen, or, if seen, not spoken of. A dark haired woman called Gaby is ready to greet the new arrivals and get them settled in, brusque and no-nonsense – she'll be open for in depth questions later, but will advise everyone to ask the people who brought them in for the beginning bits of information.
◉ The safe house is a large open space, filled with rows of basic cots set up to sleep a large amount of people. Basic, but outfitted with everything necessary for daily life. A few doors lead to back rooms for storage, medical care and a large communal bathroom, and past the long rows of cots there is a communal kitchen, fully stocked, and an eating area. Privacy is at a minimum.
◉ New characters will be asked to pick their beds, and provided with a change of (second-hand, mismatched and somewhat threadbare) clothes and basic toiletries.
◉ While there were previously also NPC occupants of the safehouse, natives to New Amsterdam, these people have now been moved on to somewhere safer. A few of their belongings remain, discarded or accidentally abandoned.
◉ Gaby will make it clear to all new arrivals that if they have any requests or queries, they should contact her or El.
◉ There will be shifts when Gaby isn't present in the safehouse because she's shorthanded following the UNA attacks in our January event. New characters will find that if they try to open the hatch to leave during this time, it'll be sealed shut for anyone without a registered implant.
◉ The drugs making new characters compliant will remain in their systems for a few hours after their arrival at the safehouse before finally beginning to fade. They will be gone entirely after a night's rest. In the meantime, they may want to be careful of what others say to them.
◉ New characters will be given rudimentary access to the network on arrival in the safehouse, but will not have their ID set up yet. They will be able to make posts and replies, but their messages will be anonymous and they do not have inboxes yet.
◉ New characters will not be allowed to leave the safehouse until OCTOBER 9. These 4 days are for them to adjust, learn about the world they've arrived in from their fellows, and for El to speak with them and work on setting up their IDs.
As everyone goes to sleep, a familiar stomp vibrates through New Tokyo on the other side of the world. The wall outside of the city is stable at first, holding up, but the vibrations continue. The creature this time is twice as large as the one that hit New Amsterdam – 800m high, yet not seen until right around when the vibrations began. It should have been, by all rights: New Tokyo is no less secure than the other cities around the world, with constant surveillance and a dedication toward maintaining an idyllic life for its citizens. Its behavior is similar: it slams its tail against the outer wall of the city before it gives way, the destruction nearly absolute. In a panic, New Tokyo's UNA forces and police force move into action to try to bring down the monster and protect its citizens.
At the same time, whether they're still awake or already asleep, something stirs inside of the displaced. Their chests will glow without anything to bring it about – no power drawn on, either innate or new, and no skin touching. This glow seems to fatigue any of them if they're still awake, and will send anyone already asleep into a deeper one. Once they're under, the stirring within will give way to unrest that foments dreams and visions for many of the displaced. If they had a dream while they slept, characters will wake up with a burning sensation in their chest.
As for New Tokyo: it will be left in ruins by the time the UNA soldiers there manage to take down the monster. Several sections of the city remain intact – almost out of luck – and the governor of New Tokyo reports that they believe this monster came from outside of the city, having been given life by the unsafe conditions outside of the megacity. Within a few hours, this statement will be revised, with the governor admitting that he doesn't know what the monster was or where it came from, only that their surveillance saw that it came from outside.
The three dreams below are what each character will experience, though you can feel free to assume they managed to jar themselves awake before the dream finished. To get a dream, please comment below to get an RNGed number for the dream that they'll be having. Since these are unnatural dreams, you can feel free to have your character remember it in its entirety – or not, if that's what you'd prefer.
If you have multiple characters, we suggest you only have one experience a dream, but it's ultimately up to you!
> DREAM 001
A blue glow illuminates the site – offering light on a foggy morning, with everyone having completed their journey to this final destination. A sense of fatigue and relief that washes over everyone there, but also an inner warmth that seems to radiate from the site itself. Huge rocks rise up on either side of the site, acting as shielding barriers for these followers and what lies ahead of them. Despite the lack of natural light cast through the thick fog, there's still a distant glow, leading them forward.
You find yourself among these people, well aware of the many miles you walked to get here, most of it on an incline. Around you, the clothes that people wear are worn, tattered, made from wool that's begun to wear down. How long have you all been traveling? It's hard to say – hard to guess, only that you know that you were all drawn here. No single story is the same. Some saw symbols: triangles that glowed when they saw them in the periphery, as well as bits of circles coming together. The tree of life. Perfect like nature in its finest form. Others could never put the words to what they experienced.
Each of you feel the draw now. It resonates within you, fills you up. Just ahead, there are structures that seem to float in space, and when you draw closer, a clear, light blue bridge appears. The walk forward requires a leap of faith – and there are some unwilling to take it. Afraid. They wonder if they've wasted their time.
But you haven't. You walk forward, and the bridge carries you forward. You can't tell if you're walking or literally carried, but eventually you come to an alcove where a strange circular structure stands. As you step closer, it comes to life, a mixture of lights and – no, not sounds. But the same resonating warmth.
You walk into it and –
– you find yourself somewhere else. Somewhere new.
> DREAM 002
– this is not where you belong where you've chosen to live – this is not it this is not it this is not it –
Your fingers spread, wrapping around the nearest metal instrument to drag it close. You test the edge against your skin, drawing out a sharp pain. You never asked for this particular experience. But every day, you feel it.
It's time to take back what you can. The walls around you are white, pristine. Somehow, you know that they weren't a day ago. One of the others you know got sick, doubled over after a bad interaction with a medication. You see them now, dark rings under their eyes, a shaved head. How do you know this? Your mind doesn't answer you. You just react. Someone in a coat as white as the room draws closer. Checking your vital signs. Your breathing picks up – your lungs hurt. You lash out with the instrument, cutting deep. A bright red spreads. A sick smile creeps over your lips. You know that color, deep within you. You know it.
And then there's nothing.
And then life moves on (your life moves on). Has time passed? The room is different. The person with the red splotch of color on their lab coat is gone, and your build is different. More gangly, uncontrolled. Deep down, you feel an unabiding frustration. You hear a shout: "Put them down!" It's too late. A fire erupts. The doors seal.
> DREAM 003
You recognize the walls. The building. But there's some barrier between you and it, a constant, subdued fog that lies between you and your surroundings. The lights are bright. Everyone moves in a single file, dressed in the same white scrubs. You're among them. The workers walk alongside you, occasionally checking your vital signs. Sometimes they make you grab each other's hands, noting the shift in reactions or responses.
The air here is cool. Stale. Your head is cold, recently shaven. Like everyone else, sans a few. It looks like it's been a while since they had a haircut. You don't recognize them, not like the others. You're certain that you recognize the others.
Thought is difficult to process. There's an IV into your arm. You try to make out more of your surroundings, but the fog encroaches and takes over. You're missing your chance. Your chance to know where you are – were? Who did this to you?
Distantly, you see a marking on a wall. Letters. P - R - O - PROJECT. You're certain of it. What else is there? Nothing. No. Something, but not another word. It's a symbol of some kind, or – an animal? There's a splotch of yellow, bright and prominent on its breast, with a dark V that cuts down. The fog obscures the rest.
This arrival log is a little different, as it doubles as a prologue for our monthly event! Everyone's character can have one of the dreams, and it'll hit them anytime within a day of the attack on New Tokyo. This does include anyone new to the game! So, please go ahead and comment below to have your dreaming character assigned a number. All assignments will be random on our part!
Welcome to Meadowlark, newbies! You're now free to post to the network and logs comms. To reiterate, your characters will have no IDs or inboxes, nor be allowed out of the safehouse until OCTOBER 9 (MARCH 17). At that point it's expected they'll have gotten a good idea of their new situation from their fellow characters, and will have discussed their background and job potentials with El in order for their false IDs to be set up.
All arrival logs act as mingles, so older players can please feel free to top level for the festivities described!
If you have any questions or ideas about how you'd like to get your character involved in the world, please head over to the plot engagement post and drop us a comment! For questions specific to this log, there is a thread below.
Please check out our March calendar rundown for a look at things happening this month, as well as some additional notes from the mods.
As a reminder, AC for new characters accepted in March will be 10 comments across 2-4 threads, while current characters will need to provide the full AC of 20 comments across 2-4 threads. AC will be posted on April 1 and close on April 7. If you do not reply to AC, you will be considered idled and dropped from the game. We will not post a warning list.
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Sometimes it's harder to talk about the people we miss the most.
[but really her reaction seems outsized. six children is more than the average, but not by much. perhaps he's missing something?]
It's not unusual for the great houses to have four or five children.
[he doesn't count towards the stark total.]
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It's rare to even have one here, much less two. Two is an accident, a rarity, and often it doesn't end well.
[ depending on how someone wants that to go. both directions, really. ]
You and your sister won't be the first we've had to account for, but everyone else won't get it. Slip up, and they'll wonder. Maybe they'll even think you're in a gang.
[ people will make up reasons to make the unreasonable make sense. Gaby has a feeling it'll get harder for the people of her world in the coming days, especially if the displaced decide to go public. ]
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That's [awful. miserable. lonely. not so different from the world of the night's watch.] not fair. Children need families, not just...parents.
[he's quiet for a little while, gazing into his beer. was it really so long ago that he'd told melisandre he had no sisters? but never in his heart. my thoughts are my own. sometimes he thinks he should never have left winterfell. but then he'd never have met ygritte, or made peace with the wildlings...the north could be worse off than it already is. he shakes his head.]
She's not my sister. Not by blood. Her father took me when my mother, his sister, died. I was a baby. My father...was killed. His whole family. My trueborn brother was just a year old. My uncle Eddard Stark told everybody I was his--even me, when I was old enough. He never said who the mother was. Sansa and I, my foster siblings, we don't even have the same name. She's a Stark, and I'm just a Snow. We thought it'd be safer not to tell anyone, in case someone from our world--our country--was here. If people knew who my blood father was, it could be...difficult.
[he lifts his head, gives her a sardonic half-smile.]
I've only told that to one other person, aside from my sisters--cousins. [jon nods at the potatoes] He gave me ice cream.
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[ it's a lot to process. "uncle" is terminology that's rarely used in the most literal sense. a family friend? someone who grew up with a neighbor? sometimes it slips in there. it's hardly ever literal. "fresh out" is a filler, a way for her to let things feel responded to while she wraps her head around it.
fuck, though.
stories like that? they're in movies. stories of "trueblood" and whatever.
is that even the word he used?
no, trueborn.
damn. ]
Keep it a secret, do what you need, but any of that – it won't matter here. If anyone tries to make a thing of it, come to me. I'll deal with it.
[ it's a big offer. but she's confident that either she or one of the other displaced can deal with it.
fuck, she's counting herself among them. and she most definitely is not. ]
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I'm not asking you to solve our problems for us. If the truth will keep us safer here I don't mind telling it. But everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knows what happened to her father's sister--[he may have just spotted the flaw in this plan. his face reflects this.]...my parents died and her father took me in. That part's true enough. Nobody needs to know any more than that. But I can't promise it'll be so easy if the others turn up.
[he takes a drink of beer.]
You were born into this world.
[it's interesting. nobody on the clock had been. and there's so much here he doesn't understand, he'd better get in with a native.]
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[ asked because it's rare for that to be stated these days, as if it's unique in some way. to Gaby, weird is everyone else. ]
The world's got billions of people in it. You're all just a handful.
[ though maybe billions won't seem like much to him if he comes from a world with countless children being born?
(perspective ...) ]
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The Clock had nobody on it except for us. I suppose that's stranger than landing on a world with people and countries.
[he pauses, shrugs minutely. he's not used to having to ask people for information, they usually start lecturing him right away.]
I was just wondering what it was like. It can't be all parties and brewing contests.
[especially if nobody has any siblings. jon can't imagine growing up alone.]
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[ "clocks" are gone to some extent. digital. but she's seen time pieces before, and she's now picturing a rather large one.
Gaby'll get to his other question. his situation is just as puzzling as her own. ]
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Me and my sisters--my mother turned up later--and people from all different worlds. The Clock was like a world, but made up of different rooms, with a mind of its own. You would ask to go from room to room, and it would show you a door. We called it the Clock because--well, there was a room with a large clock, and I suppose the ones that came before us named it after that. There were other--little clocks, on the walls or in the tiles...[he takes a swig of beer.] The people that wanted to hurt us--they were back in the Seven Kingdoms, or in the Free Cities, some of them. Our world--if our planet had a name, I never knew. We were too busy fighting over our own little pieces of it.
[he says this sardonically and swigs his beer again. it hasn't escaped his notice that she's turned his inquiry around on him.]
You still haven't told me much about this world, besides how lonely all the children are.
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she decides it's better to leave it.
so. her world. ]
I don't know where to begin. I'm not exactly an objective viewer to it. What is it that you'd like to know?
[ a beat. ]
And kids have friends, you know. Neighbors.
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Whatever there is to know, I suppose.
[he knows that's not helpful, so he looks away, to think of more questions.]
What are the countries, then? This city--is it part of a larger realm, or does it govern itself?
[boring, but safer than asking directly who the king or the lord or the council members are.]
I was told there weren't many animals around. Were there more of them, once?
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No countries. That's a thing of the past. Now we're just cities — around 100 around the world. We average around 40 million each one. Governed overall by the United Nations. One government with each city taking care of its own.
[ average. but that's not all.
she remembers Riko telling her about the two displaced she met. their perspective of their world compared to this one. Russia's gone, she repeated several times over, voice disbelieving. ]
Animals are hard to maintain. Expensive. People couldn't figure out how to live alongside them easily, so a lot of them died off as a result. Guess we're the only animals that matter.
[ corporations back in the day only gave a damn when it affected their bottom line. or didn't give a damn at all. basic history. ]
If you're interested in animals, I ought to tell you something: don't get cute and steal someone else's just 'cause you think you're owed one. You aren't.
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I was never able to figure out what I was owed before. It's nice of you to tell me.
[he sets his beer down and corsses his arms, sitting back in his chair.]
I won't cause trouble, but I won't see innocent animals come to harm. Human or otherwise.
[he hadn't really considered people animals before, but well...they're not plants. having experienced ghost's memories, it makes sense to him. anyway, he wouldn't be able to live with himself he left a cat or dog (or horse, or rabbit) under poor care.] `
You look after all these people. You must know what it's like.
[she must also know what it's like to put the good of the many before the betterment of the few, but he's not the lord commander here; he can afford to be his mother's son.]
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[ it's not Jon's fault that she's touchy about animals. about pets and what people think they should have. there's a historical record of these things. the time someone took a dog and brought it into the safehouse. the time she had to retrieve the dog and have it sent back to the police via Morningstar agents. that had been a wild one – it's the little tings. ]
I care. But you all have to take care of yourselves before long. I'll just point you somewhere if you want a direction. I'm happy to.
[ if he wants to do good, that is. though it'll soon be up to Peggy and Fitz. ]
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My sword is yours, and I'll do what I can to repay your kindness, but I'll need a paying job as well--unless you have money to spare for sansa's gowns.
[he can tell when an operation is overstretched, having run one himself, and he doesn't want sansa laboring away at the mending for the rest of her life.]
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What are you interested in? El's good for this, but I'm closer to the street.
[ read: she actually leaves the house. ]
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I can fight. Man a garrison, command an army. Lead a ranging--I suppose that's not much use in a city.
[he sighs, looks up at the ceiling. he doesn't mind selling his sword, but to whom? he likes to think he'd do anything for his sisters, but he doesn't want to be some petty ganglord's bully for hire.]
I used to be a steward--I fetched meals for the old Lord Commander, mended his clothes, kept the fire going [burned his tower down...]. I got quite good at making the hot spiced wine.
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[ she's only half serious.
but it's the other half he should be worried about. ]
It's only one kid, like I said. Could be worse.
[ Gaby has other ideas, of course. one that's near and dear to her is on her mind. but the nanny suggestion – it's so easy. ]
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I should also say I set fire to the Lord Commander's tower.
[his mouth quirks upwards and he leans forward.]
Perhaps I can give sword-fighting lessons. Outside.
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[ fair to ask, she thinks. ]
You know what? I don't care. I do care that you think you'll just find a sword lying around. You won't.
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I said I'm not expecting you to pay our expenses. When I have the coin, I'll buy a new sword.
[he pauses, considering.]
And I only meant to set fire to the dead man trying to kill him. The rest of the tower caught by accident.