It seemed such an excellent opportunity: instigate a gun battle under the ruse of disagreement over handling of open prostitution at the Clockhaven border. ((Three cheers for Nathaniel, defending the innocent and the rights of all :D))
Of course the prostitution didn’t really exist, but the guns were out ready to deal with the escaped Asylum inmate already, so strike while the iron is confused. At the very least the distraction could allow Dollianna to go find the escapee and lead him to Addlebrass to take care of her leak problem, then appear to save the town by bringing the creature to its fate.
On the other hand if the gun battle got out of hand, a stray ricochet may just put Mr A to bed for good and save her the trouble. As it happened the conflict escalated as planned, and then devolved into the usual madness before everyone stopped for tea.
A later brief ‘weapons test’ proved to be impossible to turn to ‘tragedy,’ and while this had happened Dollianna had been unable to get away to go track down the escaped wolf. She marveled that out of the thousands of shots fired by Nymlet, none had found their way into Addlebrass’ bed–or anything else, really.
Garnet arrived to save the day just as Nymlet was about to test fire her new pistol into the side of the building, aiming—as Dollianna had insisted—into the second floor bedroom. The opportunity had passed.
All in all a typical Sunday in Port Babbage. Of course, in the aftermath Addlebrass was still inconveniently alive.
Dollianna sighed and shook her head. Her usual effortless technique of coercing others to perform her ‘tasks’ was proving to be next to impossible with this lot. To protect her secret, grim measures may be required. Very grim indeed.