Speak With Weasel

'Help! Help! My baby is missing!' Another citizen in distress, as sections of the city are burning and there is panic in the streets. We must help him.

'Cat or dog?'


Whatever floats your boat, I suppose. We can still help. I cast speak with animals and start calling out in weasel for the weasel not to be alarmed and to come back to the comforting embrace of his owner.

A quick fluke on a diplomacy check, and a weasel comes running from somewhere and up his owner's trouser leg, probably. Now Lord Brewswain Iounman Cumbersnatch III must away! There are more citizens in need of rescuing this dire evening.

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