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Well, <span class="mu-i">yea</span>, you reply as you sheepishly shift from foot to foot! Your answer earns you another defeated sigh from the moody mage. Gee, you sure missed those!
“Why do I even ask… very well then, what sweeping concepts can I demystify for you this time, hm? Morality? Love? The meaning of life?”
You’re just about to change your answer to one of those until you realize he’s being sarcastic. Maybe. You’d rather not bank on pissing Oti off, so you go for the obvious: he’s acting awfully calm considering what’s been going on all day!
The Chytree’s frown deepens as you hear a muffled clatter of dishware from what must be an adjacent room. “Yes I am. Next question.”
“You must’ve not heard, then: Chairman Fellick was found <span class="mu-i">dead</span>!” Interjects Tzah-Tzie with the energy of a gossiping housewife! “They think it might’ve been murder, y’know~”
“Oh no, how <span class="mu-i">terrible</span>...” Gasps the mage like a parent humoring a toddler, “Which one was he again? They’re all so memorable…”
You get it, you remark, he doesn’t care! Oti cocks his head to the side.
“Should I?”
“It doesn’t look that bad out there yet,” Answers Volka as her big yellow eyes shift towards the shop entrance, “But mark my words: things are gonna heat up before they cool down…”
“Yes, yes, you must really be on to something…” Nods Oti in the usual patronizing tone. “Suppose that means I’ll have much more business in the coming days–wise of you to seek me out now.”
Okay, you’ll bite: why is he so calm? Wizard or not, surely <span class="mu-i">something</span> about this interests him! Who’s gonna be the next Chairman? What’s gonna happen to Crossroads? C’mon, <span class="mu-i">SOMETHING!</span>
“I don’t bother wasting my thoughts on something as insipid as <span class="mu-i">politics</span>...” Snarls Oti derisively as if he’d just swallowed a cockroach, “In my experience if you’re pondering it then there are already hundreds of parties scheming about how to have it benefit them. These things sort themselves out one way or another.”
The wizard pauses as something clatters in from the next room–the source of the noise bobbing in the air as if it were adrift at sea. Leaning over to interact with it, the Chytree lets out a polite sipping noise. Ah, the tea.
“You’re still confused. Shocking.” He smirks as you listen to the tray depart from whence it came. “Death is about as common among mages as it is with Skogs, but unlike Skogs, when a wizard dies it’s usually for a <span class="mu-i">reason</span>.”
Volka opens her mouth to say something, but Oti cuts her off with laser-guided efficiency!
“‘Who gets the last Fried Durher Thigh’ is <span class="mu-i">not</span> a reason. Not to most civilized people, in any case.”
>CONTD.
