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You’ve only been here for a few hours, maybe, and you’ve got more obligations than you did back home! Basking in the rare, but not unpleasant feeling of being popular for once, you pull your head out of the clouds before it gets stuck there.
You might drop by once you get a few things taken care of, you reply with a genial smile! The look Oti gives you doesn’t have anywhere near the same amount of pep.
“Oh of <span class="mu-i">course</span>--take your time! Sniff the mushrooms, wash your barbs, not like <span class="mu-i">I</span> have a schedule to keep to…”
He’s helping an old creep kidnap people and just got caught, though–he seems pretty free to you!
“Tch. Well if you <span class="mu-i">might</span> drop by then I <span class="mu-i">might</span> let you in…” The Chytree snaps, disco ball eyes strobing with what you’re pretty sure isn’t childish delight. “Ask around in <span class="mu-b">SKINNER’S BLOCK</span> for the <span class="mu-b">FIREWORKS SHOP.</span> They’ll know where I live.”
Fireworks… in a world with no light? A mischievous glimmer dances across the mage’s eyes.
“Exactly. Now leave me alone if you want these people to stay asleep…”
Leaving the moody magician to his own devices, you turn to your other comrades and shrug. Shall we?
“It’ll be nice to be carried for once!” Remarks Volka as a boisterous laugh leaves her belly! “Small comforts, yea?”
“It’ll give me time to practice a tune or two!” Adds TT before her smile droops a bit. “... though this isn’t much of an audience when they’re all dozing off…”
“Jus’ take er’ easy-like wit’ Speck n’ Daler!” Warns Salty Suutz in a tone more suited for someone <span class="mu-i">not</span> dangling from a Skog’s claw, “They be daintier then they be soundin’!”
It takes you a moment and a horrifying shriek from the ‘Striders’ at the front of the caravan to realize who the trafficker is talking about. Right, you frown, you’ll be gentle!
Chucking Salty Suutz into the back with his would-be slaves, Volka cocks her head to the side.
“You wanna try your claws at driving, Rook?”
Yea, you nod, what’s the worst that could happen?
>CONTD.
