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The gases rising from the sewer aqueduct were flammable, and under the right supervision, a simple flint and stone could ignite the refuse at the top, burning off the top most layer and loosening the blockage as a whole.


What must Jenk roll to be the right supervision?
I need rolls from:
1. @rush99999


Oh shit I knew I was forgetting something!

Could I get a Recall Society Knowledge roll to figure out the best way that someone who isn't athletically inclined could quickly clear a blocked latrine canal.
Count me in.
I have no strong feelings one way or the other.
Jenk surrendered the requested two silver pieces as he boarded the boat. "Jenk gotta get to Alandri's place before sun done rising." Jenk explained to the driver while settling in for the ride. "You get Jenk there in time, Jenk also give you this." Jenk pulled out the minor healing potion that the elders of his cult had furnished him with for the journey. Jenk hadn't needed it on his way to the Magaambya and he figured that now he was at the magic school, it would be pretty easy to get a replacement potion or two. "Potion worth four gold." Jenk said. "That twenty times more than two silver. Good deal, yes?"


Brutrumukk


At the sound of the fragile object breaking, all avaricious thoughts left Brutrumukk's mind as a mix of annoyance and bloodthirsty anticipation seeped into his facial expression. "Well now we know where that fuckin' cat got off to." The bugbear gnome said before turning to Aaliyah. "Does this place 'ave an armory by any chance?" Brutrumukk asked. "I lost me weapons a while back. An' while I do 'ave some daggers now, I reckon a cat the size of an ogre will be needin' somethin' with a little more oomph."
Oof.
@wanderingwolf

It's Jenk, not Fenk.
You've got Bartholomew's intentions right.
Once he had finished his meal and emptied his tankard, Bartholomew rose from his seat, bent down to peck his wife on the cheek, straightened up again, and turned to regard the table as a whole. "I shall be off then." The old Bogart declared. "I wish you well in your endeavours." With that said, Bartholomew made for the exit.
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