We thought we’d rid ourselves of the tainted dinner with Jaimyn tossing out the beef laden with the rotten vegetable smell that we’d deduced was meant to sedate us, but as I received my portion of the main course, the goose, I could smell the taint on the roast bird gracing my plate. Sniffing Otto’s white meat portion seemed fine, but my dark meat goose was definitely tainted.
Prior to this main course I’d been unable to bring myself to eat anything of the appetizers other than what was pre-made such as cheeses and pickles. Bread seemed to be safe as well. Who could taint bread or crackers without the wetting the dry good with the sedative solution found in the Stewards room?
True it was suspicious that I refused to eat more, but then, as I wish I’d thought of pointing out sooner, I am an elf and the humans have little experience with elven culinary tastes.
Otto ate hearty. I’m not sure how he thought it was safe to do so. But he showed no ill effects, unless that is why he excused himself during the meal. His excuse is doubtful, our party and likely most of the staff realize that Otto is usually up to something whenever he’s not standing around silent. Likewise, our story of being porters is likely disbelieved by everyone in attendance. That, in itself, would cause the household to disbelieve their own Lord of the manor with him continuing to use the story of our employment to explain our presence.
When Otto returned from his little trip, something had changed. He no longer had the countenance of a con man but rather that of the avenger, much like his pal the wizard who has thrown accusations since our arrival here in this horrid place. Otto boldly accused Gregor of trying to kill him, pulled the sword I’d let him borrow at the beginning of this adventure (I must remind him soon that I let him borrow it upon discovering he had no weapon on the outset of this journey and that it was not an expensive gift I’d pass on to any stranger) and then Otto promptly ran the sword through not one but two servants, Josef and Connor.
All I could do at the moment was back away, bumping into the front of yet another person I distrust in this place, the man who enlisted us to come here in the first place. I’m still wavering on whether he honestly meant to hire investigators for the Lord or if he was instead enlisting us as sacrificial bodies to slaughter in some ritual drawn upon the rooftop.
So here I was backed into a corner, Jaimyn either trying to flip the table or slide under it using the blood as a lubricant against the friction of the carpeting, and Otto was now running towards the kitchen after Gregor.
Jaimyn ran after Otto, and I ran behind him. I’m unsure where Peander went, my eyes sensitive to light still blinded by his magic could see little more than white robes in his direction.
I am hopeful that we will finally find ourselves at the bottom of this mystery soon before more bodies drop in pools of blood, hopefully not ours. I wonder if this race to the kitchen is going to find us stopping between oven and sink, or racing through the cellar door next and then through the secret door I had found just hours ago.