Changeling - Players Guide.pdf

"You must be in love, Mug," the shadowy figure whispered.
"Who'sss the lucky girl?" Mug couldn't quite tell if he
heard sarcasm in his friend's voice, so he decided to ignore the
slight. Maybe at another time he'd have pounded Mortimer
for the comment, but right then he was is a hurry to meet with
his destiny.
"If you must know, I'm off to tell Megan my true feelings
for her." Mug began to walk away, but changed his mind
when he remembered how well the sluagh seemed to know
everyone. "Hey, Morty?"
The sluagh moved closer, his dark eyes glittering moistly.
"Yesss? Is there sssome way I can help you on your quest?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to know if you think this is the best
way to handle telling a girl that you love her."
Mortimer was silent for a while, then a slow smile spread
across his gaunt face, and he shook his head. "No, Mug, I do
not think thisss is wise." Before Mug could ask why, his friend
slithered closer still. "Megan is very sssensitive about her
weight, as well you know, and if she eats those chocolatesss
she's sure to gain ten poundsss. Alssso, she's allergic to rosesss.
Perhapsss you should try another way."
Dejected, Mug dropped the roses and candy into a
nearby trashcan and continued slowly on his way. He waved
a thanks to Mortimer as he left, but never noticed the sluagh
snatch what he'd dropped into the trash. After Mug was gone
and well out of earshot, Mortimer allowed himself to laugh.
His beloved Allison would so love the candy and flowers, and
the price was definitely right.
Out of ideas once again, Mug moved on to another old
friend, a nocker who knew more about romance than anyone
else he knew, except for Justin. Magda had been engaged
seven times and married three times. If she couldn't help him,
no one could. When he knocked on the door of Magda's
house, she yelled at him for disturbing her while she was
working, and then invited him into her shop. Magda always
yelled at him. She wasn't happy if she wasn't yelling, and Mug
accepted her high-pitched screams with good grace. After
she'd finished screaming at Mug and pointing to the flawless
gold rose embellishment she claimed he'd ruined by disturbing
her, Mug told her of his woes. Once again, a friend came
through for him.
"First off, I'm not an expert. If I were, I'd still be married.
Secondly, what you need to do is shower her with gifts,"
Magda declared between hammer-taps. At present she was
making a very delicate and lovely windchime with a rose
motif. "Give her gold and diamonds as proof of your love, and
proof that you can support her as the years go by."
"But I have no extra money!" Mug cried, frustrated
again. "How can I buy these things if I have no money?"
"Listen, Mug, I deal in facts, not the complications that
facts bring about. If you want to win her love, give her gold
and gems. That's how every last husband won my heart."
"So why aren't you married anymore, Magda?"