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So, the players are in jail. The Bard schtuped a Watch Lieutenant’s favorite barmaid, and he trumped up charges of I Believe In RBG Fight For Women Rightshirt conduct, lewd behavior, and assaulting a member of the watch. Never mind that it was the Lieutenant who was drunk, in plainclothes, and that he threw the first punch. The Players are destined for the noose in the morning. It’s up to them to figure out how to get out of it. And here’s the important thing. You need to be able to work with what your players give you. Because, if I’m the GM, I honestly have no idea how they’re going to get out of this. I just figure that they will.
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