>>5536282>>5536298>>5536301>>5536309>>5536321>>5536507>>5536686>>5536806>Ask why she’s following you.>See if we can find that basilisk pick, you're in the Primordial Sea and you're not lucky enough to find a hot beeg tiddy half-elf princess with a motor car to give you a lift. Gotta have something to fend off the wildlife.Your mind wanders back to the pickaxe–the sea is host to all manner of snakes in the grass, from goblins to bullywugs to actual snakes in the grass.You might’ve gone back to the BASILISK PICK had it not fallen to the bottom of the sewer refuse pile with the MYSTERIOUS POTION and VERY COOL FACE BUCKET.
You wouldn’t mind a good, sharp deterrent for any bold monsters, but.. you needn’t concern yourself over it much: the GREEN CHAPEL lies within sight from the city wall, chicken legs bent neat beneath it. You’re just a short walk out from a nice, long bath, hot dinner, and some cool chickens. And speaking of..
“..?” You glance back to the gnome, who yet continues to ramble on about nothing in particular. “Might I ask why you’re still following us? Shouldn’t you be finding a ride out of the city? Sun’s low, so it won’t be long before the motor carriages coming in and out of the city begin to fall off.”
“--U-uh.. What?” Bredbeddle looks taken aback. A look somewhere between sheepishness and embarrassment crosses her features. “Aha. Right. Yes, well–I mean–the THOUSAND CUT FAMILY’S reach is very wide. Who knows what kind of spies they’ve got lying in wait, hidden in all sorts of carriages? I’ve no doubt I’m public enemy number one for them. So I thought, maybe.. you know. You would take me with you.”
You flex your fingers, now shedding their arcuate wooden carapace and turning back to flesh and bone. You’re not sure you’ve got the authority to grant her that, but still.
>What do you do? 