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You’re good, you reply as if declining a slice of cake at a birthday party, but you’ll be happy to talk shop with him later! Oh, and thanks again for the whole ‘saving your life’ thing!
“<span class="mu-r">Use those powers while ya’ can, kid,</span>” Warns the demon as you feel your brain and blood rapidly cool back down, “<span class="mu-r">Can’t get off that train you’re ridin’, but you can buy a few drinks at the bar cart!</span>”
I understand, you nod, not understanding in the least. Fading away in one last bout of raspy laughter, the hellion leaves you to your own, hopefully less-fatal devices. Like your sinful sponsor, the post-escape adrenaline leaves you high and dry and sends you tumbling to your knees in the middle of the street!
Volkir was right, you think as a Moleg trips over you and hurls a curse your way, those powers of yours aren’t powered by friendship–and the guy behind them intends to collect when you shuffle off this mortal coil… with <span class="mu-i">interest!</span>
Rising to your shaky legs after tripping your third drunken pedestrian, you pick a direction and start marching in hopes of running into a friendly face. Questions come down like rain drops: is this RED guy on the level? Where’s Rezalith anyways? Is there any way to weasel out of this contract?
You almost consider braving Oti’s crummy attitude just to see if he could give you any answers, but before you can do anything else you’ve got a job to do… and before that you need to round up your pals!
And before you do <span class="mu-i">that</span>...
Stumbling along until you find something rag-like, you unceremoniously wipe your blood-soaked right hand clean and beat a hasty retreat when it turns out to be a bum’s tunic! Bracing your ears for the beating they’re about to receive, you dive into the bay of barkers again in an attempt to track down whoever sunk their proverbial ‘claws’ into your friends!
If you recall correctly, Volka was suckered into an <span class="mu-b">WRESTLING ARENA</span> while TT was roped into a <span class="mu-b">DANCE CLUB</span>? Unconventional, you shrug, but-
“Wha!? Is yer’ head screwed on straight, kiddo?” Grunts a passing Skog with a tusk weighed down by a gift shop’s-worth of jangling trinkets, “They were goin’ to a <span class="mu-b">ALL YOU CAN EAT AN’ DRINK PLACE</span> and a <span class="mu-b">GAMBLIN’ JOINT!</span> You really oughta’ pay better attention, ya’ know!”
Shoot, he’s right! Guess the Swoos knocked you for a bigger loop than you had anticipated! You hope there’s no permanent damage…
Leaving the Skog with a heartfelt thanks, you decide to tackle each girl one at a time… first up:
>VOLKA!
>TT!
>Try to find the COMEBACK CANTINA! Maybe they’re already there!
>Just wait around where you all split up like a lost child in a supermarket!
>Write-In!
