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You know better than to question Oti, especially when he’s in ‘<span class="mu-i">Business Mode</span>’, which seems to be all the damn time! Toppel, meanwhile, peels her face from your chest and immediately brightens upon seeing the Chytree.
“You wouldn’t BELIEVE what we ju-”
“Not now.” He snaps with a glimmer in his eyes. “Well?”
Actually, you frown as you feel your surroundings shift with every step, he’s the expert here… anywhere we oughta hit up while we still have the element of surprise? A low click leaves the mage’s mouth!
“‘<span class="mu-i">Expert</span>’, hm? I could get used to that… and yes,” He adds with a hint of menace in his tone, “There <span class="mu-i">IS</span> a loose-end I’d like to tie up before leaving this place for good…”
<span class="mu-b">A Few Minutes Later…</span>
You get what he’s saying, you reply with a frown, but this isn’t exactly what you had in mind when you asked him–
“I’ve traveled all across Zoral,” Oti explains as he leans back in his chair and takes a sip from a mug, “Delved into the Deepcrags… Climbed Uuthmar’s Tooth during a Spiking storm… explored more planes than you can count… yet in all my journeys I have never… <span class="mu-i">NEVER</span> found a teahouse that brews Lichen Tea quite like the one here in Trimbault.”
You cross your arms in defeated frustration. He didn’t even offer to buy you one! Okay, you groan with an eyeroll that would do Rezzie proud, but did he have anything else in mind besides grabbing some <span class="mu-i">TEA?</span>
The sorcerer takes another thoughtful sip from his mug. “Hmmm…”
<span class="mu-b">A Few More Minutes Later…</span>
“<span class="mu-i">OBBER! THE DOOR!</span>”
The Makaar rushes over to the entrance and braces against it while Oti brushes some residual frost off of his claw–the gossamer crystals clinking against the polished floor! “Better hurry,” The Chytree drones as the mage next to him stands frozen with a shocked expression plastered on his face, “The ice won’t last long.”
Blinking in confusion, you watch in panicked awe as Toppel chants a few spells on another door in the back of the room! Th-this isn’t e-exactly what you had it mind–
“You don’t have many things in your mind, do you?” Sneers the sorcerer as Toppel finishes her task! “Well put this in there: you just gained access to one of Trimbault’s many <span class="mu-b">MAGICAL ITEM VAULTS</span>. Hurry up and pick something–they have plenty to spare.
Your body engages autopilot as your struggle to form a non-panicked thought! Toppel, meanwhile, is already sifting through the spoils by the time you wander in!
“I get first pick!” She snaps like a dog guarding a bowl of food, “Don’t crowd me!”
Self-preservation takes the wheel–you’re not keen on fighting Toppel again, especially when she’s been transmogrified into a Durher! Those teeth HURT!
>CONTD.
