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"You can follow me if you really want to, but don't touch a thing. I'm on important business down here, not a social visit." You warn the curse, which puts a hand up to its forehead in a mock salute.
"Yes sir! I won't touch a thing!" The living curse replies, to which you roll your eyes and walk on while shaking your head. You don't remember him being this friendly, and while you do genuinely hope he's changed for the better from his dark origins, you still hold a healthy amount of doubt and suspicion in your heart.
With your previous stowaway now floating a few feet behind you, you eventually make your way up towards a clearing with a hill situated at the center of it, having seen the leafy top of the tree you're looking for a while back. Unfortunately for you, while you're following the trail of golden dirt leading up to it, you take notice of two intimidatingly large and burly Ogres standing guard on the pathway, arms crossed as they watch your approach.
"Halt!" The red-skinned one with glasses barks out.
"Go no further!" The blue-skinned one with tragically thin facial hair pipes up.
"Of course. Is there a problem, fellas?" You ask, and the duo nods simultaneously.
"Yes!" "Yes!" They both say.
"Goz. You got to handle the last one. It's my turn, remember?" The red-skinned one says to his fellow, turning to him with an angry expression.
"No, Mez, I handled the one BEFORE the last one. I'm taking charge of this one." The blue-skinned one says, facing his companion as well.
"You do this every time! Fine, we'll settle it the way we always do." Mez says, clenching his fist as Goz does the same. The tension between the two rises, and for a moment you think a fight is going to break out...before they each throw their fists forward and stop just an inch away from each other, each holding their hand in a different shape.
"Scissors beats paper! That makes my 4,982,059,435th win to your measly 4,982,059,434 wins!" Goz boasts with a grin while Mez grumbles under his breath, before turning back to you with a serious expression. "Yes, there is a problem! You're about to trespass on King Yemma's private property. None but us and King Yemma are permitted to approach further!" He explains to you. Ah, that could be a problem...
"I see. That's unfortunate, because I need one of those fruits in order to acquire valuable information that could prevent a possible disaster on my world, in the Living Realm." You explain, Goz's expression not shifting at all.
"I don't see how that's our problem. If you don't have permission, you better just beat it, buddy." He says. Something about the way he says it ticks you off, but you have no issue restraining the small amount of annoyance-fueled anger. It looks like you'll have to find some way to get that fruit, one way or another...
>Just try to claim it by force.
>Try harder to convince them diplomatically!
>Trick them with a forgery.
>Ask the curse to distract them?
>Something else! (Write-in)
