>>6145537The softness of her voice takes you by surprise–so much so that the Moleg nearly closes the door on your face when you take too long to respond! You’re here abo-OW!
“Mimut? I’m Volka–we’re here about the job!” Volka explains as you cradle the foot that just got crushed, “An’ we’re friends of Ma!”
“And the guy you slammed the door on is <span class="mu-b">ANTON THE UNDYING!</span>” Adds Tzah-Tzie as she shoots your groaning form a wink! “And no, he’s <span class="mu-i">not</span> sobbing! That’s just a heroic mantra he chants before doing heroic deeds! Mhm!”
The Moleg stands like a statue for a few moments as your friend’s explanations percolate. You’re just about to stand up when the door swings open catching you in the jaw and inviting everyone in!
Entering Mimut’s domicile behind everyone else, you find it a bit hard to stretch out–even without the privilege of lights you can tell how cramped the place is by how much Volka’s tail is prodding your face… good thing the sisters decided to wait outside!
“Here…” You have no clue what the home’s owner is referring to until Volka picks you up and drops you at the client’s feet. Hearing some furniture creak as it’s shifted around, your face is met with a rush of sweltering air carrying the scent of something between aged mayonnaise and burnt hot dogs! Whoof!
“I think I’m hungover again…” Groans TT weakly as her face scrunches up in disgust!
“Anyone else hungry?” Volka remarks.
“Was here…” Stooping to around your height, the Moleg leads the way into a secret tunnel beneath the furniture–each step you take adding degrees to the thermometer! You’re about to ask when your shoulder grazes one of the rough-hewn tunnel walls and pulls away covered in a hot, gooey substance that, upon a moment of inspection, seems to be the source of the pleasant aroma… eugh… wait, you frown, what was here?
The Moleg gives your merry band a confused glance… you think. Molegs are tough nuts to crack. “... Eggs… all of them.”
Volka gasps hard enough to nearly suck you and TT into her mouth! “You mean… your <span class="mu-i">BABIES</span> were stolen!? I’m so sorry, Mimut!”
Your colossal client shifts a bit. “... want them back…”
So we’re not looking for children, you begin as you rub your chin in contemplation, but <span class="mu-i">eggs</span>...
Mimut doesn’t seem to be in any mood to talk more, so you decide to…
>Ask her when it happened!>Does she have any enemies?>Any weird stuff happening around here lately?>Moleg eggs–are they fragile?>Any witnesses?>Let TT take a crack at this!>Volka, show us how it’s done!>Write-In! 