>>5408627It takes a few analogies and a couple of diagrams, but you finally get Talbot on track again in minutes flat!
So, you repeat, what can you expect, um… <span class="mu-i">there</span>?
“Hard to say…” Mutters Sybil as she pours over her scribbles on the back of the placemat. “We’ll have to scout it out first to see if it’s what we think it is, of course, but if I had to theorize I’d wager the site relies heavily on mundane security mixed with arcane–<span class="mu-b">ENCHANTED LOCKS, ILLUSIONS, POCKET DIMENSIONS…</span>”
“Guards, too!” Reports Art in a dutiful tone! “Checked it out myself–the place has a contract with <span class="mu-g">SOLID SECURITY–</span>nothing too high-tech on paper, but they employ 24-hour armed security along with dogs and a rapid-response team if an alarm is triggered. All on their website, mind.”
Showing off the security contractor’s website to you via his phone, Art nods for Sybil to continue.
“Naturally things will be much different <span class="mu-i">if</span> our suspicions about the venue are on the money. We can most certainly expect sentries inside… <span class="mu-b">MAGICAL SNARES AND TRAPS</span> as well, maybe even <span class="mu-b">FAMILIARS,</span> though I certainly hope not... No need to hold back when an intruder gets <span class="mu-i">that</span> far…”
Honestly, you muse, being killed is probably the best thing that can happen to you when dealing with <span class="mu-g">THE ORDER</span> considering what they did to Bea… and <span class="mu-i">you</span>, almost…
“Maniacs...” Spits Syb as she reaches over to give your shoulder a reassuring rub. “It won’t come to that, Stanley, we’ll make sure of it.” Hey, you can handle yourself–you were talking about <span class="mu-i">ART!</span>
“Damn it, are we <span class="mu-i">REALLY</span> doing this again!?” Growls the anime shirt-clad ginger as he angrily rises from his seat! “I <span class="mu-i">LIVED</span>, BITCH!”
Earning your table a flurry of disapproving stares from the parents currently eating, Art sits back down with cheeks redder than tomatoes!
“... anywho, I’ll organize a trip to scout the venue within the week–keep those schedules open, please.” Sybil concludes. “Hmm…. bring <span class="mu-b">GARLIC</span> too, just in case… two or three cloves, each, yes…” She mutters, jotting down another note on the placemat.
“...Does <span class="mu-b">GARLIC BREAD</span> count?”
“No, Talbot,” sighs The Goth in a voice dripping with disapproval, “no it doesn’t…”
Dang it, you were banking on that!
>CONTD.