>>6138327Before you can ask, the Durher deposits a familiar piece of <span class="mu-s">METAL</span> into your outstretched palm–the one Obber gave you to take back to the Innkeeper! Phew, you remark as Volka cautiously approaches the cutpurse, that woulda’ been a pain! Why’d he steal this anyways?
“You tell <span class="mu-i">ME</span>!” Growls the grifter as he kicks at the approaching Skog, “What kind of idiot doesn’t have any bells, ey? I wasn’t gonna stick around an’ ask!”
You’ve got <span class="mu-i">those</span> stored in your underw-errr, in a <span class="mu-s">SECRET COMPARTMENT,</span> you explain, dodging the inquisitive look TT shoots you! But it doesn’t matter–he’s old enough to know that crime doesn’t pay!
“Fuck ya’ mean it doesn’t!?” The youth spits, “Crime pays heaps! Why the fuck d’ya think people do it–excitement!?”
“He’s right, Ant…” Adds Tzah-Tzie with a sagely nod before she realizes what she said. “E-err, I mean… He <span class="mu-i">MIGHT</span> have a point, but it doesn’t excuse him! Mhm! Nope!”
“Got any family, Alton?” Volka asks in a kind voice as she stoops to meet the fishboy’s gaze. “Anyone ta’ look out for ya?”
“Why, looking for a snack, <span class="mu-s">tusks</span>!?” He retorts! “I don’t need nobody! Fuck d’you care anyway?”
The barb stings the gentle giant a bit, but she holds firm. “I know what it’s like to grow up on the streets, is all.”
This earns a laugh from the cutpurse! “HAH! Where’d yer’ folks go, ey? Yer’ belly!? Fuck off…”
He’s acting pretty darn cavalier for someone who just got his butt kicked, you add, earning a disapproving scowl from the Skog. Why’d he mug you anyways? Surely there were better targets!
“Saw ya’ take down those <span class="mu-r">ICER</span> idiots…” Alton grumbles, his mission to kick Volka officially abandoned. “Figured you’d have something good on ya. And ya’ <span class="mu-i">didn’t</span>. Morons…”
“They didn’t have much either…” Confirms Tzah-Tzie. “Err, valuable, that is!”
You’re gonna have to talk to her about that in a bit, but for now you let it go. Before you can continue the interrogation, Alton spits a gob of something on the ground in yet <span class="mu-i">another</span> act of defiance.
“Well go on, kill me already! Unless ya’ plan on <span class="mu-s">BORING</span> me ta’ death! Which is working, by the way!”
“He probably won’t mess with us again, Ant,” Begins TT as she shoots you a sideways glance, “And the Guards can be pretty brutal here in Crossroads…”
It’s a possibility, you sigh, but…
“Everyone deserves a second chance, Rook…” Adds Volka in an uncharacteristically-somber tone, her bright yellow eyes not shifting from the troublesome teen.
What do?
>Interrogate him more! Where does he live? Who is he!?>Nuh-uh. Call the guards!>He can go, but take his weapons!>He’s free to leave!>Volka, maybe the Lamplighters could straighten this kid out?>He can leave, but he works for YOU now!>Too risky. Kill him now!>Write-In! 