This is closet drama that I’ve been having fun working on, feel free to share your thoughts.
Underground Cellar
(Lord McNeal’s Mansion)
Greckor and Larry finish discussing urgent matters. An 11 year old boy, Luke is at the far end of the cellar on the floor. His arms, legs and mouth are tied
Larry: Things have settled, the Watch is off our backs
Greckor: Good! And my daughter?
Larry avoids making eye contact and his voice lightens
Larry: Eh, we have to confirm a sighting
Greckor: Your men can’t confirm if they saw a gaudy 11-year old?
Larry stumbles with his words
Larry: A lot is being asked of them right now
Greckor: Remind me Larry, how much are you and the men being paid for this?
Larry: Alright, alright! Jeez…
Larry: We think she’s on St Augstin’s roof
Greckor: WHAT?!
(pause)
Greckor loosens up
Greckor: Your men didn’t prevent this from happening?
makes eye contact
Larry: It was chaos out there! Not a soul saw her make the climb
Greckor: Get her down!
Larry looks away and responds almost sarcasticly
Larry: Climbing those walls will attract some attention
Greckor: Find a way!
A boy across the room begins coughing. The boy’s mouth, arms and foot are tied as they laid on the floor.
Greckor and Larry take notice immediately.
(under his beath)
Larry: Kid’s been nothing but trouble
Larry: I’ll get the zigmat
Greckor: No
Greckor walks over to the table where an enormous rectangular shield lay
Larry: We can’t contain him when he’s awake
A door behind them opens abruptly, and Henry, Greckor’s right hand, walks through the door but doesn’t close it
Henry: Larry, your contact is not cooperating. You’re the one that’s going to have to convince him
Greckor picks up the shield with both hands
Greckor: Is there a problem?
Henry: This boy’s havoc, has made all the merchants uneasy. Right now they’ll only work with people they know
Looks at Larry
Greckor: They’ve taken the money and looked the other way countless times. How is this situation any different
gets technical, then rolls his eyes
Henry: It’s not just the money with these guys. They’re a fraternity.
Henry: One of their big shots got rattled and left town. Caused a bit of a stir among them. They kept it quiet but word travels.
Focus on Larry
Greckor: You gave me your word, that these merchants would secure a way out for us if the city was sealed shut
Greckor: And now I hear this!?
Larry: How could my plan ever account for magic?
Greckor: Get me results or I pay Dijiiri all the remaining funds allocated to you and your men
Turns to Henry
Greckor: Bring me Dijiiri
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