Mr J Neric (MSc, PhD, NPC): “Ah, Sir Lord Precious McHeroflake, thank goodness you’re here!”
McHeroflake: “Don’t thank goodness, thank the level-gated predestinated quest hub system!”
Neric: “Righhhht… Anyway, we need you to infiltrate a secret society of secret secretness and discover…”
McHeroflake: “Whether condensed milk comes from really small cows?”
Neric: “Ye-! No. We need you to discover… their secret!”
McHeroflake: “You hear that Mr. Anderson?… That is the sound of inevitability.”
Neric: “Who’s Mr Anderson?”
McHeroflake: “Someone who would have just loved MMOs.”
Neric: “…”
McHeroflake: “You wouldn’t know him.”
Neric: “Ha, well, I don’t know many people, really; I mean, I haven’t left this precise spot in seven years. There’s just Colin, way over there, and that’s about it. ALL RIGHT COLIN?!”
Colin: “VENDOR IT UP YER ARSE!”
Neric: “Hah hah, RIGHTHO COLIN! Colin went a bit mad several years back after an adventurer discovered that he sold a certain item for less than he paid for it. He was exploited for days before it was discovered, and was sore for months afte–”
McHeroflake: “Fascinating! Now, about this secret society…”
Neric: “Right! Sorry! Right. Well, I’ve no idea *how* you’re going to find them, but we did receive several reports from unlicensed members of the deck department of passing merchant ships, reports which indicate that the secret society operated somewhere near the cliffs south of this village. Unfortunately all the messengers died of poisoning shortly thereafter. Yes, [shakes head sadly] many boatswains died to bring us this information.”
McHeroflake: [Behind hand] “(That’ll only work if they know how to pronounce boatswain)”
Neric: [Behind hand] “(They’ll have to look it up)”
McHeroflake: “Well, I don’t hold out much hope in finding them, then. But I will take your quest, little man. I will take your quest… for honour! For justice! And for a small armour upgrade which will probably look garish and hideous when I equip it. Could you just mark the place on my map?”
Neric: “Certainly. There you go.”
McHeroflake: “Excellent! And could you just hang a small glowing neon arrow in front my head which points the way?”
Neric: [sigh] “There.”
McHeroflake: “Very well, now – to adventure!”
[several hours later]
McHeroflake: “Well this is the place on the map; now to see if I can ingratiate myself with the locals and discover the precise whereabouts and operations of this secret society. Hmm, there’s a gaggle of people standing in the middle of that field over there, I’ll start with them.”
McHeroflake: “Hoy! I say! You there, with the name over your head [squints]… ‘Secret Society Bruiser’. What are you doing standing around aimlessly in this field? And do you know anything of a secret society around here?”
Secret Society Bruiser: “Dieeeeee!”
McHeroflake: “Eeep! I don’t want to fight! I was just trying to find some information… [runs]”
Secret Society Bruiser: “You can’t escape me! I will chase you forever! To the ends of the earth, I will hunt you until the end of days! You cannot hide from me, you ca… Oh buggerit, I can’t be bothered [runs back to the field]”
[later]
McHeroflake: [Creeping tentatively back] “I– I say. Secret Society Bruiser.”
Secret Society Bruiser: “…”
McHeroflake: “Hoy! I’m talking to you. Yes *you*! Coo-ee! [Waves] Hellooooo!”
Secret Society Bruiser: “I can’t talk to you!”
McHeroflake: “Well clearly you can…”
Secret Society Bruiser: “No, I mean, I can’t talk to you. You’ll need to get a bit closer.”
McHeroflake: “But we *are* talking, are we not?”
Secret Society Bruiser: “Well, yes but–”
McHeroflake: “So why would I need to come any closer? I can talk to you just fine from way over here. Sound waves travel quite some distance in air, you know.”
Secret Society Bruiser: “Just a little closer, that’s all. If you could just come within, oh I dunno, five yards of me…”
McHeroflake: “Five yards, you say? But wouldn’t that put me inside the big red circle that you’re standing in the middle of?”
Secret Society Bruiser: [Looking guilty] “Maybe…”
McHeroflake: “And if I step inside that circle?”
Secret Society Bruiser: “I’ll probably talk to you.”
McHeroflake: “And by ‘talk’ you mean …?”
Secret Society Bruiser: “I couldn’t possibly say.”