The court found you guilty on the word of a filthy rich merchant for crimes you might have committed. 1d6 gendarmes step into the tavern you’re in as the world rumbles. They glance at each other, lock eyes with you, and are crushed flat when the wall collapses.
The tavern patrons are (d6):
| Result | Mien |
|---|---|
| 1 | Stunned, perfectly still and staring |
| 2 | Laughing and pointing at the hated gendarmes |
| 3–4 | Startled from their places, looking at each other |
| 5 | Staring upward at the creaking ceiling |
| 6 | In motion, checking on each other calmly |
For the rest of the adventure, reference Chris Bissette’s The Calamitous Creation of the Guild of Mechanised Artistry, which you’ll find on itch, Loot The Room, and wherever quality adventures are sold.