Stone's Throw

[Andreas Amell]

"I-- really?" Dreas blurts out, eyes widening. He'd hoped, obviously, but with his (if he's honest) bribe now impossible, he'd been very worried...

[GamesMaster]

"Yes, of course! We'd be happy to have you for however long you want," adds Cameron. 

[Andreas Amell]

"Oh dear, that is-- thank you all, really," Andreas says with an abundance of relief. "I do still have some coin," he adds swiftly. "Enough to chip in for meals and such."

[GamesMaster]

"We're all artists here," says Ezra. "Whatever we can do to support each other, we should."

[Andreas Amell]

Blushing, Dreas lowers his head in an attempt to hide his expression. "...thank you." For accepting me as an artist so freely. "I-- I don't have enough for art supplies, not really, but if anyone needs help... With a project or around the house both, I mean. Or, umm, I'm looking for a new job. One that, ah, involves less... slime."

[GamesMaster]

Cameron nods. "I could use a little help -- I bring in some of the money for the group, pay a good chunk of our rent."

[Andreas Amell]

"Oh? What do you need help with? What do you do?"

[GamesMaster]

"I've got a supplier of some herbs that are in high demand." He shrugs. "Not glamorous, but it pays the bills."

[Andreas Amell]

"And you... need me to help collect them? Transport them?"

[GamesMaster]

"Honestly, what I need is a second pair of hands to help expand the business. Doing it all myself runs me a bit ragged, what with trying to make time to paint. But we can try you in various spots, grow slowly."

[Andreas Amell]

"Excellent!" Andreas says with great eagerness. "When could I start?" No more poop, no more poop, no more poop~

[GamesMaster]

"I'll show you around int he morning."

[Andreas Amell]

"Excellent! And-- and please, let me handle the clean up for tonight's meal," he adds eagerly.

[GamesMaster]

"I like this guy," chuckles Pip. 

[GamesMaster]

Dreas gets settled into a room, and dinner is served -- a simple stew over rice. Then the group adjourn to the parlor, where Pip and Cameron and Ezra take turns reading out poetry for the group. It isn't long before a cigarette is lit and passed around from one to another. Tadpole hands it to Dreas after taking a long drag off it.