>>6317266“How we should have done it ages ago:” Rezzie grins with fresh fire in her eyes, “March through the front door and raze their big, dumb house to the ground!”
“Much as I’d love to watch them cook,” Tzah-Tzie answers with an apologetic smile, “If we lose those notes then Anton’s as good as gone…” Her lime green eyes flit up to your face. “And I’m kiiinda attached to the guy, so…”
“So why not glamour your way in?” Morook asks with a shrug. “It clearly worked in Trimbault.”
“We didn’t just ‘Glamour’ our way in,” Replies Toppel as her face scrunches up, “We had a Professor’s Token, my knowledge of the school’s inner-workings, and we knew where to look and what to look out for!”
“Not to mention we were eventually tracked down by Teksouls.” Oti adds.
Wasn’t that because you robbed them?
“It was an inevitability.” Answers the sorcerer. “And if the Dreg’s account is accurate, The Cartel was able to track down the others shortly after they put their ‘order’ in at the Smith’s.”
“I have a name, you know.” Morook fires back in a slightly-raised voice. Oti shrugs.
“So you do.”
Weird Chytree racism aside, any other ideas? You <span class="mu-i">DID</span> have that concert plan that Lutza talke-
“<span class="mu-s">LUTZA!!!</span>”
Tzah-Tzie violently jerks upright and nearly tumbles out of your lap! Y-yea, you stammer, she was gonna help, remember?
“R-right, sorry…” The Spinner stammers as she regains her balance, “... Force of habit…”
“Whatdja say she had in mind again?” Volka asks with an apologetic smile! “Hold a concert somewhere, slip into Spice HQ while everyone’s watching?”
Something like that, you nod, but she was pretty confident she could book a surprise concert <span class="mu-i">anywhere</span>... even The Cartel’s front doorstep…
“Lutza and I would probably be safe for the whole show, too…” TT remarks as she mulls over the plan with her pointy ears twitching up a storm! “Maybe.”
“If you <span class="mu-i">DO</span> wish to bump elbows with The Cartel…” Toppel begins with uncertainty spreading through her face and voice, “There <span class="mu-i">IS</span> another way to get their attention…”
You have plenty of their attention already, you answer with a groan! It’s the ‘Getting Your Friends Murdered On-Sight’ that’s the problem! Trier doesn’t seem eager to do anything to <span class="mu-i">you</span>, but your pals?
You’re not so certain.
“As I was saying,” Huffs the sorceress with a defiant flick of her tail, “The Cartel runs <span class="mu-r">BLOODSPORTS</span> beneath the city–call it ‘<span class="mu-r">THE AMPITHEATER</span>’–and if your assumption about their deal with the Archmage is accurate, it would explain why he lets them continue unimpeded."
“Bloodsports…” Volka repeats under her breath, “... like an arena?”
“Why do they call it ‘The Ampitheater’?” Asks TT with wide eyes!
>CONTD. 