Gentleman Jake Hawkins tells you, "Listen well, you scurvy mutt, I'm Gentleman Jake Hawkins! If MacNiall follows the right way of doing things, then I'm 8 paces to the left. Yar!"
Gentleman Jake Hawkins tells you, "Don't forget old Gentleman Jake now, friend."
You think, "The man standing before me looked haggard. As soon as he saw me approaching, he started shaking like a leaf getting ready to be shed in the autumn air."
You think, "Being one to press my advantage, I shook the man down."
You think, "He folded like a simulacrum skin suit falling to the ground..."
You think, "He was begging me not to slap him silly. He wasn't worth the effort. His tale was pretty simple. Lonely kid, came through the portal from Ispar and got involved in the wrong crowd. He'd heard whispers coming down through the chain of command and ran when the kitchen fires grew too hot. Now he was a refugee, living in MacNiall's Freehold. He talked big, but sobbed bigger."
You think, "I was less than enthused, and waited for his blubbering to end."
You think, "When his tantrum was done he handed me a torch..."
Gentleman Jake Hawkins gives you Torch.
You think, "...a signed confession..."
Gentleman Jake Hawkins gives you Confession.
You think, "...and a portal gem."
Gentleman Jake Hawkins gives you Portal Gem.
You think, "The choice was up to me now. Did I chance what lay in the dungeon beyond this gem. The blubbering idiot standing before me told me it was dark. How dark? Dark enough that the torch would be my only light. I wasn't afraid, just wary...maybe this would best wait for a later time."
