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Your past is still a little foggy, but you distinctly remember being a guy who doesn’t commit to things easily, especially when they require work. Still, you’ll probably need all the allies you can get in this new world, not to mention it’ll help you get the lay of the land.
Alright, you nod, you’ll do it.
Volka lets out a resigned sigh. “Okay, I understand–just thought I’d float the ide<span class="mu-s">WAIT, WHAAAA???!!?</span>”
If you were wearing your <span class="mu-s">RING OF ECHOS</span> your head might have exploded just now–instead your ears just start ringing. Y-yea, you stammer over the fresh batch of Tinnitus, you wanna join!
You’re still not certain what a Skog looks like, much less Volka, but the high-pitched squeal that escapes her lips is neither something you expected nor thought possible for a girl her size. The Grand Marshall, it seems, is full of surprises. And energy.
Leaping up and down like a dog about to get a treat, Volka clasps her massive claws on your shoulders and spins you around like a very confused Hammer Thrower!
“<span class="mu-s">ICAN’TBELIEVEITI’MSOEXCITEDWE’REGONNAMAKECROSSROADSSUCHAWONDERFULPLACEANDEVERYONE’SGONNALOVEYOUANDYOU’REGONNADOGREATI’LLTEACHYOUEVERYTHINGYOUNEEDTOKNOWANDALLTHEGREATTRICKSNOWMOROOKMIGHTJOINANDAAUGHI’MSOEXCIIITEEDD!</span>”
By the time she stops twirling, your lungs, heart, and a few other organs have made their way down to your feet! With no horizon to focus on, all you can do is bite your lip and try to point your still-spinning eyes at Volka’s beaming face…
“You won’t regret it, Ant… or should I say <span class="mu-s">ROOKIE</span>?” She adds with a mischievous giggle! “Us Lamplighters stick together through thick or thin!”
Shwell… jusht one thing, zho…
The amazon blinks and cocks her massive head to the side. “Hmmm?”
It’s just that, you begin as your organs slosh back to their usual stations, everyone you work with tends to run into horrific and totally random accidents… you’re a bad luck magnet, is what you’re saying.
“Oh pshaw!” Volka remarks as she unhands one of your shoulders to wave your explanation away, “You’re not bad luck, Rookie…”
The last time you explained this the bridge you were standing on collapsed and you fell off a mountain, you retort. Not to mention every cultist in the temple you woke up in died screaming and snacked on by a pack of freakish <span class="mu-r">BEAK WOLVES</span> and a bratty devil queen.
Your Grand Marshall digests your explanation for a moment before shrugging her broad shoulders. “Trust me, Rookie–that’s just a regular day in the life of a Lamplighter!”
… How many Lamplighters have there <span class="mu-i">been</span> anywa-
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