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Singing Desire
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Yeouch. This is pretty serious. Good job on keeping calm so far. Baker's name is Benjamin, by the way. I just remembered Manuel mentioned the name the first time you two spoke.
Now, you have a thing that might actually be the key he's looking for. The metal bit you found in the ashes of Byron's torture pit during your first trip. Remember it? The blue-haired punk spoke of it being a key of some kind. Lia attempted to identify it, too, saying that it was related to a 'safe' or 'something safe', that it would 'open a family's ruin' or 'path'... and with that in mind, I'm really not sure we should attempt to just hand it off to calm him down. Maybe pulling it out can be a back-up plan.
Regardless, if the baker isn't listening, give him a reason to hear you out. If you distract him enough and lead him towards you and the door, you could signal Niece to come up behind and help restrain him, or get him in a position where you have the advantage.
You could even try and genuinely convince him to back down while you're at it. It certainly sounds like he's wanting to leave home and go looking for the 'key' he wants, and he's distrustful, probably paranoid. The argument has to be good.
You could pitch something like this: "Sir, I don't know how you know what you know, but I've been down in the dungeon three times now, and there are commies there. They're mercenaries, and have been searching for some key, hired on by a blue-haired horned punk. Now, in my line of work, there's no coincidences, and any fool working with commies is up to no good. I put an end to their search, but they keep coming back, better prepared each time. If you want your key, likely the same key they're looking for, you need to trust me. I'm the only one who can go down there and stop them. With respect, you wouldn't last a second against toughened commies, sir. Can't bring dough to a fight needing gristle. Look, we all have our strengths, so I'll make you a deal. I'll stop those commies and find you your key, if you treat me to your casserole tomorrow. I'm a man who know how to value good food, sir, and you make some of the best I've ever had the pleasure of tasting."
Paraphrase as needed. Really, I'm making a lot of assumptions here, but as long as it distracts him or makes him drop his knife, that should be good enough for our purposes.
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