>>6165175“You did it…”
If you didn’t know any better, and you don’t, you’d almost assume the soft-spoken Moleg was… <span class="mu-i">ecstatic?</span> Your employer doesn’t jump for joy, per se, but as she graciously takes the eggs off of Volka’s claws you sense renewed pep in her step… like a dog knowing it’s about to go for a walk!
Mimut disappears into the burrow for a few moments, a set of unseen appendages clicking all the while!
“Means she’s happy.” Whispers Volka, not that you needed confirmation. You’re just about to take a seat again when the Moleg reemerges with fresh flame in her eyes!
“Any… problems?”
You shrug. You were pretty sneaky, all things considered.
“... Did you kill?”
Nope. A groan akin to a creaking ship emanates from the distraught mother.
“Good… not worth it…”
“You gonna be okay?” Inquires TT as she bounces up and down on a chair, “They’re just gonna come back for ‘em, y’know.”
You move to flick the insensitive Spinner’s ears, but Mimut creaks in response! “Done with Crossroads… going back to <span class="mu-b">ITZBAAR</span>...”
“Is that safe? Moleg cities can be, uh, <span class="mu-i">hectic</span>...” Replies TT with an apologetic frown.
“Not to mention Crossroads is closed…” Volka adds. “No one gets in or out til’ this murder business is cleared up.”
You can almost swear you see a flicker in Mimut’s eye. “Have my ways…”
You get the feeling those ways aren’t gonna be easy…
“Doesn’t matter…” She creaks, “A mother must try… No matter what.” Another twinkle. “... Can handle myself. Bouncer, remember?”
Leaving it at that, the mom in question moves to one of the corners and starts rooting around behind some furniture.
TT’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree. “Shoot, I <span class="mu-i">knew</span> there was something over th-”
Aaaand quickly dim once she notices you’re listening. Trudging back over to your entourage, Mimut places a weighty sack of <span class="mu-b">BELLS</span> in your hand!
“Extra. For trouble.”
Taking stock of the bag’s contents, you find yourself dealing with <span class="mu-b">400 BELLS!</span> This… you can’t-
“YES WE CAN! YES WE <span class="mu-s">CAAAAAN!</span>” TT yowls, shaking your hip like a madwoman!
“Most don’t care about Rags folk…” Mimut counters, “Saved my family.” You feel a massive, chitinous claw poke your chest with the gentleness of a lamb. “Saved <span class="mu-i">me</span>.”
“But… won’t you need this?” Asks Volka, eyes wide and breath shallow in disbelief!
Mimut doesn’t respond. Guess that’s the answer?
What say ye?
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