>>5339579“Nah.” Valjean shakes his head, and you’re not all-that-surprised that he doesn’t speak the language. “Why would I bother learning <span class="mu-i">Polish</span> of all things?” He looks at you as if you said something ridiculous.
“I know ‘please’ and ‘thank you.’ That’s basically it,” He tells you, and you assume he’s been to Mieszko enough times to pick up at least those words.
“Come on.” Boleski interrupts your conversation, reminding you that you should high-tail it out of here. “Grab woman and let’s go.”
Hauling Jezebel onto your shoulders, Boleski doesn’t wait for you and launches himself up into the air, either unaware or completely forgetting that you’d also need to carry Valjean as well.
Not that either of them are heavy for you, but you have to scramble a little bit to fit both of them on your shoulders, Valjean’s elbows smashing into your face more than once as you sprint across roofs to keep up with Boleski.
That is, until you’re led to a particularly-decrepit building– one that looks like it’d be filled to the brim with nighttime addicts looking for a nice, secluded place to get their high– and yet, there’s no heartbeat to be found.
With a few possessions scattered across the floor as well as an old mattress that's seen its fair-share of dumpsters, you know before you even step foot in the place that this is where Boleski’s been camping out for the past while, at least since he left Marazano.
>Wat do?>Wake up the woman and interrogate her.>Ask Boleski what he’s been up to lately.>Write-in>(3/?) 