Episode 1 Scene 4 - Here's To You, Mr Robinson

'Come on in,' James said, as he held the motel room door open. Inside, they found books and scrolls strewn about, along with numerous photographs. Pri snatched one up immediately.

'Is this him?' she asked, holding aloft a picture of a beastly man, with scruffy goat legs, short and gnarly horns, and a large erect penis.

'Yes, that's him,' the Englishman said, nodding. He was a short and skinny man, dressed down, with short black hair and a bushy moustache that didn't suit his face. His glasses looked expensive. 'He's not been very active lately. To be honest, he seems to have been spooked by something, but I don't think it's me.'

At that Valentine seized the initiative, 'can you take us to him?'

Their host seemed taken aback by the notion, 'well, I suppose, but I don't understand why you'd want to.'

'We hunt monsters,' Josh said, hostility clear in his voice.

'Right, you do, but the Society doesn't sanction the killing of satyrs.'

'Don't listen to him,' the Lionheart said, enjoying the scowl it elicited from his guard, 'we're here to retrieve the Sword of Kings, we think he has it, and to arrest him for the **** of Oscar Blakely.'

James seemed disgusted by the notion, 'you think he was responsible for doing that to Oscar Blakely? No, no, ugh, that's, no, satyrs really aren't like that. They have a pretty flawed understanding of consent but **** and ****, that's ... Well, that's not something I've ever known one to do.'

He initially didn't know how to respond until he took a moment to centre himself and the relevant memories surfaced. 'It's not unheard of,' he said, 'but it is rare. Regardless, I want the sword.'

'Of course. I don't know how he'd have got his hands on it but he is definitely guarding something. His cabin is quite well glamoured but I've spent the past few days preparing a counter-spell.'

'Let's go, then,' Josh said, not even waiting to hear a reply, and soon after they were on their way.

Note:

This is a very short scene because I, once again, misused the Mythic Game Master Emulator. I interpreted a 91 as an exceptional success, rather than a failure, and decided that that meant this guy had everything sorted out.