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She’s <span class="mu-i">SORRY?</span>
It only took about twelve minutes and a few refills, but you find yourself making your way to the Rags District some time later–you sporting some actively-hemorrhaging scratches, Tzah-Tzie staggering like someone smacked her upside the head with a sledgehammer!
“<span class="mu-i">Yea…</span>” Whines the Durher as she leans on Volka for support, “<span class="mu-i">I tend to… overdo it…</span>”
“Hah! You can say <span class="mu-i">THAT</span> again!” Laughs Volka, causing the hungover harmonizer to wince in agony! “Fun times, though! Had no idea you knew that many dirty poems, T!”
“<span class="mu-i">Always a hit…</span>” She chuckles, sending a weak grin in Volka’s direction, “<span class="mu-i">at parties…</span>” Shifting a tired, bloodshot eye your way, the Durher’s expression sinks a bit from the embarrassment weighing it down. “<span class="mu-i">F-forgive me?</span>”
Yea, you shrug, smiling as you give Tzah-Tzie’s head a gentle pat, we’ve all been there before! Just, uh, save the partying for <span class="mu-i">later</span> in the day from now on, yea?
“<span class="mu-i">Don’t gotta tell ME twice… huagh…</span>” Tripping over her own two feet, the Spinner takes out her Striilii and gives it a few cautious strums before putting it away. “<span class="mu-i">Head feels like it’s gonna crack open…</span>”
“You sure you don’t wanna rest at the tavern? Ma said she was fine with it!” Volka suggests as she gives the Durher a sympathetic glance! “Maybe you can ride on my back?”
“<span class="mu-i">No, no…</span>” Groans the Spinner, “<span class="mu-i">Gotta… gotta support my patron…</span>”
You’re not sure whether you should be honored or worried, but all that goes out the window as your nostrils are assaulted by the unmistakable smell of burning trash and biological waste… either you’re in the <span class="mu-b">GREASE MONKEY</span> restroom or this is the <span class="mu-b">RAGS DISTRICT…</span>
“Yep,” Announces Volka as she takes a deep whiff, “Welcome to the Rags District, gang.”
Oh thank <span class="mu-i">god</span>. Before you can delve deeper, you’re accosted byfour pairs of feet skidding to a halt in front of you–each one belonging to someone tinier than Tzah-Tzie!
“Welcome, folks!” Exclaims the one on the left with the raspy, but high-pitched voice of a child, “I’m Vilah!”
“An’ I’m Dilah!” Adds their partner, grinning at you with a smile full of gaps!
“And together we’re the <span class="mu-b">RAGGAMUFFIN TOUR AGENCY!</span>” They cheer in perfect unison!
“<span class="mu-b">FIVE BELLS</span> gets ya’ anywhere ya’ want, when ya want, safe an’ sound!” Vilah shouts, earning another pained groan from TT!
“Won’t find a better deal!” Milah chirps! “We checked!”
Volka steals a glance your way that says ‘careful…’ while Tzah-Tzie searches the area for a safe place to puke.
What say ye?
>No thanks, kids!
>Guides, ey? How do I know you’re legit?
>Lead on!
>Take anything BESIDES bells?
><span class="mu-r">Take me where I need to go. NOW.</span>
>Can you tell me about the area?
>Stay silent! They’ll think you disappeared!
>Write-In!
