[Game Thread] Pokerole: Mount Coronet Mystery

[Lord Windos]

Spoiler

As she sips on her tea(?), she states her request with all the nonchalance in the world.

"I just need you to help take care of an old friend of mine, dearie.  They've gotten a little out of control lately, and for the darndest reasons, I can't seem to figure out why.  With the weather all out of whack, I can't even leave my home to check on the situation, let alone even get near my old friend.  A frail old lady like me would likely just be blown away by those whimsical winds."

She sets her mug down and looks at Randolph, hands folded in front of her on the table.  "Well?  Simple enough, yes?"

Ran slightly arches an eyebrow at her request, not because it was outlandish or unreasonable but because how non-descriptively she phrased it. It didn't prevent him from seeing/finding the deeper meaning in her words by any means, as he was one Smart, paranoid, and mean cookie and was aware of her/The House's less than typical nature, but that also didn't prevent him from feeling fairly suspicious and cautious about it. Typically in his experience, the less someone explicitly says about a request, job, or duty, the more likely the hard and fine details of it are either non-existent for various foreboding reasons or are just plain unpleasant themselves. Most frequently, this belief of his was proven true in his blacksmithing career when customers gave him shady/nebulous requests, and it was just recently and most adamantly reinforced by Rowan and the almost literally god forsaken job he damn near duped him and his partner into. 

Despite that, he ended up shrugging his shoulder and agreeing to the elderly crone's request. Partially out of obligation for the sacred hospitality she gave him, but partially because from his brief interactions with her he was not getting  any bad vibes from her, and therefore was willing to extend a modecrum of trust to the old woman. That, and he needed ANY information on what in the gelid hell was going on with the Routes and the supernatural force behind it, and as the saying goes 'beggars can't be choosers.'

"Alright, I'll go and settle down that friend of yours. By force even, if that need be the case. 'Fore I go do that, though, care to share any details about your friend and suggestions as to how ya think they should be handled, so I ain't going in to deal with them totally blind like a Zubat? *Huffs* In the metaphorical sense, I mean - the white outside might make a 'good' enough effort to give me snow blindness anyway....."