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While the inn remains a smoky sauna, the breeze sneaking in from outside is crisp and invigorating--that special blend of air you get after a storm subsides. You're a little worried about what awaits you on the road, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't eager to get some more answers!
There is one T that remains to be crossed, however. Two, in fact! Shifting your gaze towards the Durher's frisbee-sized eyes, you ask if she still plans on coming with you. No pressure, of course! In fact you wouldn't even be mad if she decided to go on her ow-
"Are you <span class="mu-i">KIDDING?!</span>" She exclaims with an excited hop, "We've only been together for a few hours and you're already battling evil, saving damsels, and throwing spells! Hells, this little episode alone is gonna be sung about for as long as this inn stands! Maybe even after they tear it down and build a good one! Oooh, they might even name a DRINK after you!"
<span class="mu-i">...Damsels?</span>
"Well there has to have been ONE damsel that survived..." Glancing towards the Innkeeper and his trusty Waitress, Tzah-Tzie puts on her best puppy-dog eyes. "Aha! See? You two! You're gonna name a drink after him, riiiiight?"
The moleg gives her a noncommittal grunt, earning a shrug from your new PR Manager, apparently.
"We'll circle back to it!"
So she's sticking around, huh? For good?
"Rhmhrm!" Nods the Spinner as she munches on some unseen morsel! "Dish ish gonna be an amazing and <span class="mu-i">VERY</span> lucrative partnership, Anton--I can smell it!"
YOU can smell table scraps, specifically the charred ones she's currently stuffing into her mouth, but if she isn't planning on leaving, well...
"Nuh-uh. No way! You'd have to cut all my limbs off and chuck me into a bottomless pit to keep THIS gal away!" Tzah-Tzie proclaims with a determined glimmer in her eyes!
You haven't reached that point yet, but it's good to have a plan! Gathering up her instruments and a few other things that you assume aren't hers, TT raises an eyebrow your way.
"One question, Ant--that... stuff you conjured... the thing that made my eyes hurt. What <span class="mu-i">was</span> that?"
"Well <span class="mu-i">I</span> thought it was just a human thing, but apparently they can only do that when they have a bomb... or are a magician! But really-"
Yea, you'll take it from here, Volk! Clearing your throat as the Innkeeper and the Waitress also lean in for an explanation, you inform your new friends that...
>You have no clue. Seriously.
>You're a special type of human with light powers. Watch out!
>TT probably just ate some bad leftovers... you didn't see anything!
>You have psychic powers and projected an image into their brains!
>You were summoned to Zoral along with a devil... maybe this has something to do with that?
>You're the Avatar of Aabaar the Fire God. Worship!
>Write-In!
