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It’s a lucky turn really, Mr. Colver has contacts and favors he can pull in to help with your ‘research’, and a bundle of hastily written up paperwork is soon thrust into your hands. Colver’s almost desperate apologies and thanks for the recovered jewelry strike you as a little odd, but frankly you have other things on your mind. You’re reassured, at length, that the documents will both serve as a temporary Delver’s License, and can be exchanged at the Drury office for a more formal and compact document.
The sun is setting and Katrina hasn’t returned. You’ve tallied your gold, checked your supplies, quietly snatched your carriage from where it was parked (you certainly don’t plan on paying a fee for that again) and have a borrowed map from the innkeeper spread out on the floor in front of you. There were a few possibilities, although only one of them was really viable.
“Drury. City of Adventure.” You set a silver coin on it for emphasis.
“Shame we don’t have time for Largent or Ingol.”
You raise an eyebrow. “What’s special about them?”
Muffin’s face is split by a grin. “I hear Largent is ruled by a pirate queen. Wouldn’t mind seeing someone like that, maybe join up even. They say ships from all over the world dock there, might be able to find something that helps. And Ingol is all forges and factories, some of them built right into dungeons. Just seems...like a crazy place I guess.”
“You could go, you know. You don’t have to go north with me.” There was a growing pit of unease in your stomach, that you’d be heading north alone, with nothing but a scheming spider in your head for company, that your companions have finally seen a glimpse of what you really are.
“Eh, probably all just overweight unwashed assholes who’d want to grab my ass. You’re way more interesting.” Muffin frowns and looks over at where Katrina had slept for the past few days. “Her little book is still here, wouldn’t think she’d leave it, but where the fuck is she?”
