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Reppip sits himself a few seats over from Benson and Valeria, and orders a double portion of oats, listens intently while humming to avoid seeming like an eavesdropper.

At the most serious moments of Hazel's speech, Reppip starts (quietly) plucking a martial tune.

Strutting into the Inn, Reppip intentionally avoids Hazel's hesitant look as she realizes what's about to happen. Reppip steps into the center of the room and yells "Okay, back it up, please, everyone step back a few feet, we need some space for this." Reppip whips out his new lute, avoiding...

Reppip, for a moment is somber, remembering the passed children, the spirits, the sheer pain of that house. He takes a deep breath, giggles, and remembers an old childhood marching tune that his people used to sing in a caricature of human soldiers so eager to fight. Fighting *is* fun. It's...

Reppip, during the battle, attempted a few times to stab, and managed to cut off a piece of vine, but not much else.

Reppip starts chugging out a march on his lute, bum-bum-ba-BUUM-ba, helping Hazel brace for whatever's behind the door. "Be it for the better, or the worse, None are more brave n brazen than Hazel, Charging her righteousness in like a horse, She is living the beginning of a fable... I'd rather...

Not feeling like arguing in the deep dark basement, Reppip quietly comes along.

If there's any room remaining, I would absolutely love to do this. The idea of being a merchant from the Vanderlands trying to find ways to help them 'civlize' while remain Vanderlandese sounds like a real joy to play.

"Yep. You're right. Definitely not a lady. And I'm thinking anything about you would probably be in the Mixolydian mode. That seems like that would fit, almost just a major scale, but with just enough of a nudge at the end to fit dominant chords better. Some could say blindingly well."

"Huh. That's weird, thank you for that. Usually I'm the CAUSE of too much stimulus, not the recipient. This is interesting, for sure."

Reppip, during the fight, rushes up and jams his rapier into the door, causing some pain. His laughter at his own valiance is short-lived as his eyes are burned by the radiance. "Okay, everyone better hope this isn't permanent since now I have to hold someone's belt or hand or something. Any...

Reppip steps up, a little hesitant. "My lady, please forgive the accusatory tone of our other lady here. She's just concerned, and like us and like you, she wants to see this place cleansed and all happy. It's sort of like when the Horrible Red Wizards back in... Oh, never mind. That's not...

Reppip hops forward, attempts a stab with his Rapier, but fails. Fortunately he makes up for it with the next two, and he thinks of how he'll leave that initial thrust out of his poetic rendition of the encounter.

Partially to distract from his own miserable flailing at the corpse-eater, Reppip begins to sing praise. "Benson the slaughterer of the previously dead The champion of us living, he crumpled the thing's head, and onward we can press, in the children's name ready to batter down others, with much...

"So all that nonsense about being afraid, that was just a little joke I was doing. Testing my comedy routines in places that are tense. The right timing and placement with comedy can make all the difference between getting booed off the stage or not... and that has financial ramifications for...

"Promise not to bury me *here* if I die then." Reppip snaps back.

"I'm with Varïs, At least on this, Those voices scare me, we should all be wary..." Reppip is cowering.

"Hey, guys, friends, everyone? I don't know. Uh... why are we down here again? Can't we just go? Or maybe just I could... Oh nevermind." Reppip steps back and forth, seemingly a little confused, or in conflict. "Sorry guys. That was a song I'm working on. It's called scaredy-cat song. It' goes...

"I... I think that maybe the basement has a monster in it. I think... I dunno. It's probably big, and might want to eat us. That's what I'm guessing. But a good story always has a monster and a fight, so I think that we ought to do it, but I also want us to be really really really sure that no...

Reppip hops over. "I'm not gonna let Benson say he was the only one with a passenger, come on buddy, let's do a spiritual piggyback!"