Look for the Portly Assassin

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From: The Portly Assassin


There aren't many twenty-stone bruisers in these parts.


Challenge information

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  • 82 - very chancy (41%)
  • 102 - chancy (51%)
  • 122 - modest (61%)
  • 142 - very modest (71%)
  • 162 - low-risk (81%)
  • 182 - straightforward (91%)
  • 200 - straightforward (100%)

Success

Meeting a certain gentleman

The Portly Assassin shelters from a bat-storm in the lee of a swaying shack.[...] He says, 'That's close enough. I'm sure we can talk a bit, but there's no need to get friendly.'

You agree. He has the kind of hands that throttle horses. To business.


Failure

Colourful local dialect

The urchin girl gnaws on a rat-flank and looks at you as if you'd grown a second head. 'Wot, up here? You're 'avin a larf, aint'cha?'