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With not much else to go on, you employ Yuuti’s help in tracking down Obber the Boilermaker. Bombs explode, boilers <span class="mu-i">sometimes</span> explode–there’s logic there somewhere. To her credit, the dainty Durher navigates a <span class="mu-i">lot</span> better than she did when she plowed into you–after only a few minutes of walking you find yourselves outside of a small metal building that absolutely <span class="mu-i">REEKS</span> of scheckt, machine oil, and ash!
“Here we are!” She chirps, twirling around with her cargo carefully carried in her claws!
“Hey, thanks!” Smiles Volka as she stoops to one knee to give your guide a gentle pat on the head, “You really helped us out, y’know that?”
“Well flag me down if ya’ see me again and I’ll help your tummies out too!” The baker giggles with a swish of her tail!
“Just watch your step from now on, yea?” Tzah-Tzie adds with a cheeky grin as she dismounts your sister’s broad shoulders. “Another spill like that and you’ll be bringing your customers <span class="mu-i">soup</span>.”
Yuuti's eyes bug out in horrified realization! “OH NO! I-I’M LAAAATE!” Scampering off before you can get another word in, she leaves you and your companions at Obber’s door with nothing but the chatter of the crowd around you and the faint clang of machinery from within!
“Well!” Remarks Volka with a thump of her tail, “She was nice! Really saved our scales there, didn’t she?”
“Her scurrying away like that activated my prey drive, but I didn’t tackle her.” Rezzie growls from behind her veil. “Praise me.”
“Atta’ giiiirlll~” The demon recoils at Tzah-Tzie’s seemingly-genuine praise and the ensuing pat on the head, but she doesn’t shy away! Okay, you begin, plan’s simple: the first step is determining if this Obber is the one the Tavernkeeper mentioned.
“Right,” TT agrees with a hearty nod, “Gotta make sure he’s trustworthy!”
Indeed. After that, well, we’ll improvise. Pushing the door open, your eyes are immediately bathed in a sweltering layer of hot, steaming condensation–like a Swoos Lounge without the Swoos!
.. N-not that you’ve ever frequented one of those establishments, of course. Volka would never let you hear the end of it… and if Lila found out, well-
“ELLOOOOO?! OBBERRRR?!”
Speaking of which, your half-sister’s shout nearly bowls you over as it rattles the veritable <span class="mu-i">forest</span> of metal bits and machine parts hanging from the ceiling like Puiccha Vines! Amidst the jangling jungle of gizmos and gadgets comes a loud <span class="mu-s">CLONG</span> followed by a stream of muttered curses!
“CLOSED!”
Tzah-Tzie’s face wrinkles up in disbelief. “Didn’t seem closed when the door was left open.”
“<span class="mu-s">CLOSED!</span>”
She’s right, you reply with a nod, if the store was closed, he would have taken the care to lock the front door first. Quite the misstep.
“<span class="mu-s">DAD-GAMMERITALL…</span> Get over here then! Blasted door…”
