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Thanks, you reply, but the only backup you’re gonna need is on your way out! Lutza said she had a few Cartel fans, and you don’t want to be caught flatfooted if they try any shenanigans…
“The Cartel? Shenanigans? <span class="mu-i">Perish</span> the thought…” Spits Tzah-Tzie! “Just… try not to take too long in there, okay?” The Durher blinks the excess moisture off of her eyes. “I <span class="mu-i">mean</span> it.”
“Don’t worry–we’ll sound the alarm if anything seems off.” Morook adds with a flicker in his eyes!
“And if they <span class="mu-i">DO</span> show up…?” Rezalith innocently asks, no doubt twiddling her thumbs and trying not to smile!
Then you turn every spice-scented shovelhead into <span class="mu-i">vapor</span>, you respond, earning a girly squeal and a few fist-pumps from the fiend! This is the real deal, you add as you notice a hint of apprehension in Volka’s eyes, and these jerks have the home team advantage… so let’s not let ‘em keep it, okay?
But, y’know… try not to vaporize civilians, okay? Pretty please?
“Tch…”
That’s as close to an ‘okay’ as you’re gonna get from Rezzie! With that settled, your squad approaches the Telefont with the same destination in mind:
<span class="mu-b">CRYSTAL LAKE LODGE!</span>
“<span class="mu-b">’CRYSTALMELT LODGE,</span>’ Ant!”
Right! That one!
You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve teleported today, but by the time your consciousness is yanked into the aether by the fountain’s magic, your innards barely even react!
Getting used to <span class="mu-i">teleportation</span>... never thought you’d see the day…
While you don’t see much when you poof back into existence, it doesn’t take long for your other senses to pick up the slack! Warm, effervescent air caresses your skin and nose like the suds from a massive bubble bath–each whiff you take filled with an Earthy, spicy scent that coats your sinuses with an almost herbal freshness!
“Welcome~”
A gaggle of giggling girls greets you and the gang–some of them ushering you down an unseen path while the others hum a soft, tickling melody that drifts into your ears like a dream… the spectacle is nearly drowned out, however, by the distant roar of multiple waterfalls crashing against the craggy landscape–wait, no… <span class="mu-i">geysers?</span>
“Mount Hittsa…” Recites Morook as he lets a pair of Mox girls guide him down the trail, “‘<span class="mu-i">Cloudscrape</span>’ in the mother tongue… this place is sacred to Knodd’s followers, so they say.”
“Ha! I don’t blame ‘em!” Volka remarks as she too is led along by a particularly-bold Durher, “I only just got here and I never wanna leave!”
“Enjoy it while it lasts,” Warns Oti as he waves off a somewhat shocked Chytree who earns similar treatment when she tries to assist Rezzie, “Even the uppermost of Umberal’s crust have trouble making reservations here…”
That popular, ey? What was that Morook was saying about Knodd?
>CONTD.
