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Now is an excellent time to test out your Mask. It is a piece of armor, best used when there's danger about.
Or so you hope.
It definitely shivered and trembled just before that Wyvern attacked. Since then, it has lain inert in your office. Tying the leather thongs, you can let the Mask hang lightly beneath your chin, covering up your allegedly tattooed neck. It'll be easy to tighten before going into actual combat and wear properly. A Talking Stone and Gate Stone drop into your pack to complete your choice of equipment.
"Camelot is pretty fuckin' metal."
You look up and see that you have an audience. Every mortal is watching you fuss over gear loadout and instructions to the Baphomets. Dagonet is trying for humor, but his pale face shows his sensitivity from watching an animal sacrificed. The rest of the mortals clearly didn't expect the turn of events either; Arisu looks decidedly green.
"Goes to show we aren't in Tokyo any more. I'll be back soon, so try not to cause too much trouble."
You need to rest early; Seneschal Hanbei states a servant will wake you at the darkest hour. All that's left before that is to meet the latest addition to your little band.
The Dowser is a reedy and nervous-looking goat holding a Y-shaped wooden stick. It looks freshly cut; the greenish skin oozes with some sort of sap. This is whom the High Priest recommended for the job, but the goat looks ready to beg to remain in Camelot.
"Dowser, steady yourself. You are going with your King."
This attempt to fortify the courage of the Baphomet fails to put iron in his soul. He looks ready to cry. The Dowser bows his horned head and begins his introduction.
"Y-Your Majesty, truly this—this—this heavy honor of accompanying you is more than your humble servant deserves. <span class="mu-i">Oh Gods, preserve me!</span> But my Craft requires Mana to find what is sought."
"That's not a problem."
".... Meeeeep."
<span class="mu-r">There is enough Mana to allow five dowsing.</span>
The Mana comes in the form of a white flower, dully flickering like a candle. The Guides concentrated the harvest of their reaping in the Crucible for portability. The next request from the Dowser is some sort of bodyguard, which you easily grant. One of the Longship Meeps volunteers to be a shield for the Dowser. It has finally dawned upon the Dowser that he is going to the hateful World, no matter what.
