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So, you begin, hastily adjusting your volume when you get a triple-dose of withering stares from the gals ahead of you, kidnapping–it common around here?
The Skog shrugs, sending her armor pieces jangling like a Christmas Tree in a washing machine! “You saw what Salty Suutz tried ta’ pull earlier, Rook–pretty easy ta’ do when no one can see you do it…”
You just assumed they’d have some method to prevent it, you add, hopping over a crack pointed out by your guides and wincing as the wood creaks below! Like, magic, or something!
“Best thing you can do is keep your kids close…” Sighs Volka as she matches your pace. “Can’t imagine it’s easy to keep anyone safe around here… feels like I could bust this roof open with a sneeze!”
What’s her take on this job anyways? Slavers? Cultists? Jilted lover? Your Marshall responds by giving her tusk a thoughtful scratch. “All of the above? You’ve seen a few, Rook–Molegs are tough. Spent most of their history underground chewing through rocks… you’ve gotta be a special kinda idiot to piss one off, but if you’ve got one on your side, well…”
Then you’d have one heck of an employee on your hands, you conclude with a nod. Crap, that really <span class="mu-i">does</span> widen the suspect list… has she been in the Rags much?
“Not since I was a whelp…” She replies in a slightly somber tone, “It ain’t exactly a tourist attraction.” Pausing so the two of you can leap a gap, Volka lands next to you with a resounding <span class="mu-s">CRUNCH</span> beneath her feet!
“AAAYYYY, WHADDAHELL YA DOOOIN UP THEAAA!?”
“Sorry!” Volka exclaims, the sincerity in her voice catching the other voice off-guard!
“Oh uh… no problem…”
Climbing down from one roof and onto another, the Skog expedites the process by picking you up by your hood and placing you next to her! Err, thanks!
“Best advice I got, Rook? Stick close to your pals around here. Easy ta’ get sidetracked, an’ from there it’s easy to get…”
You politely wait for the girl to finish her sentence, but after about a minute you realize she’s not doing it for dramatic effect! Following her gaze, you realize that your nimble navigators and your Spinner Sherpa are nowhere to be seen… or sensed, for that matter!
“Lost…” Volka concludes as she rests a mighty claw on the blade strapped to her back! “Crud.”
>Roll 1d100+2 (+7 Volka Senses, -2 Dark, -3 Rooftop Maze) to reconvene with your comrades! Best of 3!
