Notas del episodio
All they had to do was walk through a gate. A cart of recovered shards, a debt to settle in the city, one great arch of living roots between them and the end of a very long errand — and then a slimy little man in a velvet doublet lifts one finger, and suddenly four road-worn strangers are smugglers. They talk their way clear. And find a dead man at the foot of the gate.
A half-orc kneels to bless the corpse and lifts what's in its pockets on the way up. A dwarf, entirely out of patience with the whole idea of patience, throws a warhammer at a warden captain's head. A bard tries to charm his way out of a holding cell and makes everything, spectacularly, worse. Two days to prove a murder they didn't commit, a sealed letter drawn from a dead man's coat, and a road east where something low and heavy moves through the ferns — and does not run.
Told fireside, to two children who only ever wanted to hear about the warhammer, this is the third disaster of Nex Nexus.