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In your desperate search your hands come across a coarse, hempen bag lying in the center of one of the shelves! Cautiously retrieving it, you toss the item back and forth between your hands as you try to make sense of your curious find–you didn’t even have to pry open a case or anything for this one!
“I hope for all our sakes you found something,” Announces Oti as he hurries into the backroom with both Obber and the frozen Security Mage bobbing in the air next to him, “Because we’ve greatly overstayed our welcome!”
He’s not wrong… in all the chaos you barely noticed a faint buzzing on your face and features–guess Oti’s concentration is shot!
Weird how Obber and Toppel aren’t saying anything… well, you begin as you hold up your find in a futile attempt to let the sorcerer see, you found a bag!
Oti casts a withering glance your way. “... A bag.”
Yea, you nod, unable to detect if it was a question or not, a bag! And it feels kinda hea–wait, no it does–no wait, it <span class="mu-i">DOES!</span>
The Chytree continues to stare you down like a bearded dragon eyeing a cricket. “Put it back.”
“Ohoho~surrounded by treasure and you pick the <span class="mu-i">DUD!?</span>” Croons Toppel as she leaps onto your back to peer over your shoulder, “<span class="mu-i">I</span> managed to find an exceptionally-delightful magickal torc–but I suppose we can’t all be winners, can we? Hohoho~”
Ignoring the obnoxious occultist’s annoying appraisal, you loosen the thin, leathery drawstring and let your hand plunge deep into the bag…
… and try not to flip out when you manage to stick your arm in all the way to the shoulder! Bgwuuuhhh!? Trying not to panic as you start to feel something akin to sticking your arm in a tank of macaroni salad, you’re thankfully relieved by another, more-jarring sensation! Something <span class="mu-i">LATCHES</span> onto your hand like a tiny bear trap, and with a totally <span class="mu-i">NOT</span> feminine yelp you yank your arm and its would-be devourer out of the bag and deposit both on Toppel’s smug face!
“Oooohoh-<span class="mu-s">NYAAAAH!!!!</span>”
Well the good news is that it ain’t biting you anymore, whatever it is! Sighing in relief as you massage your sore fingers, you glance back at Oti as he watches Toppel wrestle with whatever it is you pulled out of the bag!
“... I suppose it has its uses.” With a weary sigh the Chytree lets the guardsicle drop to the floor at his side! “Shall we?”
Shall we <span class="mu-i">what?</span> You don’t exactly see an exit, you protest as Toppel continues to roll around screaming.
>CONTD.
