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>Search the coast for a usable pedalo ride.
As interesting as the building appears to be, you’d much prefer getting out of here and getting back to your job. Dedan is probably already frothing mad, and you’d prefer to be late earlier than being late later. A blithe little dust perks up underneath your feet as you trudge down the coast, and you find a particularly numerous amount of pedalo rides to be particularly numerous. In a groggy, mucus-y haze you remember a shipment of pedalo rides being ordered by upper management. But what are they doing all the way out here? Official policy is to keep all pedalos under strict lock and key unless they’re being used.
As you rummage through the wreckage of multiple plasticine carriages, you finally find a pedalo that isn’t completely run-down. You set the ride upright, and as you do, a powdery, white mist covers your palms. You look down to inspect the mist, but as you do, you find your attention drawn to a husky giggling from behind you.
“Ah, that was a nice workout, was it not? I hope you weren’t too busted out of shape by that test of patience.”
It’s Zacharie. His gaunt walk is as jolly as ever as he thumbs the straps of his backpack. You eye the strange character up and down, carefully looking for anything out of the ordinary. Despite your watchful gaze, it appears the shop keep is completely ordinary (as ordinary as the man can be, atleast).
“I must duly apologize for having disappeared on you, earlier. I’m not much for spectating other people playing games. But you did it! For that, you have my confidence. You and the jury both must have worked yourself to the bone out there, however. You must be thirsty, right? Care for a drink?”
Zacharie reaches lazily behind himself, into some unseen pocket of his pack. He thumbs for a moment, then pulls out a small little canteen. He holds it out to you, expectantly, and gives it a little wriggle of his wrist.
>Accept the offer.
>Decline.
