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<span class="mu-b">"Yeah, yeah, I'm a <span class="mu-s">Keaton</span>, don't just stand there all slack-jawed about it, help a guy out, huh?"</span> He follows up as you regard him in curious silence.
Your brow furrows at being called out, but you exhale through your nose and nod decisively. You'll do what you can to help him, and maybe he'll be able to help you back... You suspect you're going to need it.
The fox's ears perk up at your gesture, and he seems to smile. <span class="mu-b">"Really? Oh, that's just swell, thanks pal! The name's <span class="mu-s">Oshi</span>, don't wear it out. That <span class="mu-s">Yiga</span> clown called you <span class="mu-s">Zuzo</span> when they tossed you in here, is that right? Great to meet you, pal."</span> He says, clearly quite relieved at you commitment to help.
You go back to working on the cell door hinge, wondering about this <span class="mu-s">Quartermaster</span> that <span class="mu-s">Oshi</span> mentioned, you suspect he may be easier to deal with than the <span class="mu-s">Captain</span>... He might even have your <span class="mu-s">Lens of Truth</span>.
<span class="mu-b">"Woah woah, THE <span class="mu-s">Lens of Truth</span>? You were packing that kinda heat and these jokers still took you in?"</span> You hear from nowhere, and your eyes widen in surprise. You stop your work again and stare back at your fellow inmate.
<span class="mu-s">Oshi</span> tilts his head slightly but doesn't move otherwise. <span class="mu-b">"Oh yeah, sorry, I can read your thoughts. A little, just the top of mind stuff, but I can't deep dive your memory bank or anything, that's part of our little deal. You have my word I'm gonna do right by you, <span class="mu-s">Zuzo</span>, that's a promise."</span> He telepathically clarifies. You sigh and get back to tinkering with your metal chopstick, but he continues.
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