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You’ll be the first to admit you’re not what one would call a ‘<span class="mu-i">Social Shyppa</span>’, but even you can tell Obber isn’t the type to make smalltalk, so you get straight to the point!
You have a job for him, actually, you answer with eyes a-flicker! One that practically screams ‘Boilermaker’! The Gnok answers with a long, weary stare.
“... you need a boiler?”
Tzah-Tzie skips forward with a twinkle in her eyes and a song in her speech before you can respond!
“Not a boiler, no sir, though it might sound a bit tragic–see, we need something that cries out with a boom… and sews <span class="mu-i">HAVOC!</span>”
The workshop falls into gut-wrenching silence as Tzah-Tzie slowly shrinks under the Gnok’s tired glare.
“E-erm, we need-”
“Don’t like her. If she talks again yer’ asses are flyin’ out the door.”
Noted! As the sulking Spinner slinks behind your Skog sister, you take the lead in negotiations! You want one of these, you begin as you place the <span class="mu-s">REPLICA ANTI-MAGIC BOMB</span> on the workbench next to Obber’s sideways-facing head, and it’d be a rush order.
Taking the trinket in his claw to examine it, the Gnok lets out a rough, derisive snort! “HAH! Ta’ HELLS with that! The hell d’ya take me for, ey? Some kinda saboteur? Fuck off…”
The greater part of you wants to obey–you’re not one for negotiations even on the best of days–but Anton’s life hangs in the balance here… and you’re not about to give up!
He can’t, you retort in a measured tone, or he <span class="mu-i">won’t?</span> The boilermaker studies you like a Slinger pointed at his skull!
“... Oh I can put together mosta’ everything…” He growls, voice rumbling in his throat as if someone were listening in, “But that right there’d be drawin’ a Skog-sized target on my arse… an’ I got plenty enough troubles already as ye can see!”
“Err… w-we can’t, actually…” Volka mutters apologetically, prompting the craftsman to slam a fist against his table!
“<span class="mu-s">CAN’T YER’ SEE I’M BUILDIN’ A ‘KILL-MYSELF-MACHINE’!? Hole-headed bastards!”
You can’t help but hiss a bit at how he addresses Volka. You do <span class="mu-i">now</span>, you observe with glowing eyes.
“I was wonderin’ why your head was like that…” Your half-sister replies with a nervous giggle. Behind her TT struggles to bite her tongue while Rezzie?
Well, Rezalith’s just sullen as usual.
“Well now y’know! And ya’ also know I’m busy… so put a Totta egg in yer boot an’ BEAT IT!”
>CONTD.</span>
