>>6127218Turning your attention back to your friend who <span class="mu-i">ISN’T</span> currently nursing a concussion on the dock, your mood brightens as she manages to uproot the shivering sugarer from his improvised ‘pot’! Obber, you begin, unsure of whether the Chytree’s eyes are jittering from lingering fear or a sugar rush, you’ve been sent here for some sugar!
“A-a-and you can <span class="mu-i">HAVE</span> it, fr-friend!” Sputters the sugarseller with a forced smile in his raspy voice! “A-as much as you want!”
It takes a minute or two for his word train to reach your brain station. Wait, you frown in disbelief, that’s it? No more errands? No more snags?
“N-no sir!” Obber replies in as cheerful a voice he can muster, “Wouldn’t want to make you mad, clearly!” You and Volka exchange a glance before following Obber’s over to where you left the goons. Yea, he’s probably right!
“Hah! They call that a scrap, we call it ‘<span class="mu-i">Mousthday,</span>’, right, Rook?” Limboing a good-natured, but potentially fatal slap on the back, you respond with a good-natured ‘absolutely’!
“S-so we’re fine, yes?” Stammers the Chytree, still dangling from Volka’s grip like a prize at a carnival game, “Y-you heard me earlier! I told those hooligans I didn’t want to make any other deals!”
Shaking his head back and forth to accentuate his point, Obber looks your way with what probably counts as a smile in Chytrees before quickly averting his gaze!
Is… is he about to <span class="mu-i">cry</span>!? What’s going on here?
>Ask! What’s his damage?>Take advantage! You want some MONEY too!>Talk to your pals–any ideas?>Can you have some sugar for the road?>Why was he being hassled anyways?>Err, Rolo?>Nope, he just needs to send sugar to Obber!>Write-In! 