You and dAnkan sneak among the narrow, downtown streets, staying out of view as you approach the City Hall. In the square just outside you see a small crowd gathered.
“Oh just our luck! Gävlebocken seems to have arranged an impromptu manifestation,” dAnkan whispers loudly. “Let’s hope that the goat has a captive audience so we can manage to sneak past unnoticed.”
Moving past the crowd, you catch some stray words about fire and crow safety, resulting in a cheer of “*reindeer noises*” erupting from the audience just as you enter the building. The lobby of the City Hall is eerily quiet, like the lobby of the City Hall usually is. You follow dAnkan up the stairs.
“The Qualitatively Working Election Ratificationer, Tina York has their office behind this door,” says dAnkan and gestures at what can only be described as a bank vault door.
“That must weigh a ton,” you sigh. “Do we have to bruteforce it open?”
“It might be good to keep in mind, but luckily,” dAnkan continues, “there’s this vent right next to it. Give me a moment and I’ll open it from the other side.”
You see dAnkan grab a crowbar from…somewhere, and crawl through the vent to the other side. While you stand there waiting for a worrying amount of time, you take a look around and see an English dictionary and a dart board with all the darts stuck in the wall around it. Scoffing at the bad aim of the thrower, you finally hear dAnkan open the door.
“Piece of eggnot! Hick,” says dAnkan slurredly. “Come in come in come in! Great view! Hick.”
“Are you…alright?” you ask dAnkan carefully, noticing the distinct scent of eggnot which lingers around them and the pile of recently emptied bottles in the corner.
“I’m greeeaaaat! The Qu*cketivly Waddling…whatever, has a – excuse me, had a fantastic collection of vintage eggnot. Hick. Anywhooooo,” continues dAnkan blurrily, stumbling towards a safe on the wall. “We need to get in here. Good news: I know the code! Bad news: I don’t know the code right now. But I was — am! — smart and wrote it down when I still remembered it. My eyes are pretty blurry right now, so you read it:”
k bace bd onr wyite cettwom thst aaklpwpsr ia tye laazeper ti thie gsuot
“How much eggnot had you already drunk when you typed this out?” you ask.
“Yes,” replies dAnkan and blinks with one eye at a time.