This Guy's Problem (TWS)

But Clarion doesn't have finger puppets! How can we talk to him?

You think on the SOLICITOR, whose actual name you KNOW but for whatever reason is not part of this particular thought. Though you may THINK about his NAME later, as it does have PERSONAL SIGNIFICANCE to you. As a reasonable and intelligent individual, you have the ability to categorize, address, and if need be, ignore the plethora of thoughts that run through your head. Like a normal person. You do not need the aid of FINGER PUPPETS like the SOLICITOR, nor do you have to shout out EVERY IDEA that comes to mind.

Hey Clarion! Have you had any history of having shoulder beings? Or, for that matter, mental illness from being so damn perfect? You know what they say, spotless on the outside...

Though it is sad to see such an individual in his state. It makes you wonder if perhaps there is something wrong with yourself. You are hardly perfect. A perfect person would have been able to spare that poor PEASANT, but you assume it was the lesser of two evils. At the very least...

>Embrace loving wife and have perfect and successful life.

you have your WIFE. Sweet sweet Amy. Without her you would hardly be as SUCCESSFUL as you are now. And you're not talking about the substantial DOWERY you received when you married her. Amy is both the source of your JOY and ENCOURAGEMENT. There is simply no other woman like her. You really do want to go back and see her soon, but you may need to speak with a few more PEOPLE.

It's a small PARTY, mostly NOBLES, though a few businessmen are present. It's in the LORD's COUNTRY COTTAGE, which is adjacent to THE LORDS COUNTRY CHURCH. You think the LORD built it here on purpose to confuse people, but you keep that to yourself.

You're on the FIRST FLOOR, in the LIVING ROOM/TAVERN. Lots of HUNTING TROPHIES compose the DECOR. This house was built almost expressly for PARTIES - hence the BARTENDER and wide varieties of BEERS, WINES, and MEADS. You have a small glass of VODKA yourself. There isn't much of it, but the LORD knows you favor it and had a few in his private collection.

You are SORT OF A LIGHTWEIGHT, so you nurse your drink like a PRO. The AIR is getting more ethanol than you are.

There are a number of GUESTS here, a group of LADIES chattering in the corner. Occasionally making a few PASSING GLANCES at you. The BARTENDER and the BARMAID are keeping the drinks flowing and the place tidy. The LORD is not present, but you recognize HIS BROTHER chatting it up with a un-armored KNIGHT.

The KNIGHT, while UN-ARMORED, seems very ENAMORED with one of the LADIES, though the LORD'S BROTHER is keeping him from making any MOVES.

Near the FIREPLACE you notice a PROFESSOR casually reading a BOOK. Adjacent from him, a pair of NOBLEMEN seem to be ARGUING.

There are probably more people in THE KITCHEN and you saw a few guests slink UPSTAIRS, but you think if it's best that you just STAY HERE for now. Unless a very compelling thought directs you otherwise.

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