Sigil: The City of Doors

He considered going after them, but he figured it would all work itself out.

"That was amazing." He laughed and ordered another drink.

As the note drops into the armor, it seems to freeze. It's head remains on the table. After a few moments the armor slowly raises it's head back on and looks at Whisper. Then the slight clinking sound begins from deep within the construct. Ghost lights begin to flash in it's eye sockets and it springs up from it's seat.

The Guvners at their bar go quiet all of a sudden, and then someone yells and they all begin rushing toward the armor. The armor itself is jittering and jumping around like it's possessed, ghost lights and sparks emanating from it's many cracks and holes.

Eventually it doubles over and "throws up" a jumbled maelstrom of paper and sparks, causing a small fire next to the booth it and Whisper had occupied. Then it rushes to the other end of the Wayfarer, to the exit to the Clerk's Ward, pursued by the mottled group of Guvners. With a poof, the suit of armor is gone, as well as the Guvners.

Of the small, already burning pile, of notes, you manage to see a few interesting ones, before they're consumed and the bouncer rushes over with a bucket if water.

"If Peasant is screaming, then crank the lever to the toll booth"

"Variable "Gold pieces" must be---"

"Figure out Vecna--"

"it's worth a try." he dropped it in. "There are other possibilities, but I don't want to risk changing whatever makes you, you."

The suit shrugs. Points down at it's gullet.

"Let's try this."

He writes down a note of his own.

"Make your own choices."

The suit nods at the remark on the nobles of Mithandil. At Whisper's last question it writes on a napkin,

"Anyone."

Then it taps the previous note,

"Be free."

And takes off it's head again.

"Oh." He said again. "The royals of Mithandil sound like terrible people. You should want nothing to do with them. Who actually writes these? Is there just one person whose order you would follow, or can it be anyone?"

The suit shakes his head again, and pulls out another note, giving it to Whisper.

This one reads,

"Slay my brother and install me, Princess Hiemon, as the rightful ruler of Mithandil."

Then the armor points at itself repeatedly and mimes a sword in it's hands.

Then it points behind him at the excited Guvners and gives a thumbs up.

"Oh." He looked over the note a couple of times. "And, here I thought I was just helping you slip away. Are you the Prince, then? Or, are you his messenger? Either way, I'm going to need to hear the whole story, to be helpful. Regardless, if the guys at the bar are a problem, we should probably lose them."

The suit seems to stare at you, then it takes off it's head and reaches in again. It pulls out another note and gives it to Whisper.

This reads,

"Slay my father and install me, Prince Gienor, as the rightful ruler of Mithandil."

The suit shrugs and nods at the note.