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Shoving those thoughts deep down for now, you instead focus on whipping up a good explanation for the guy about to go all <span class="mu-i">Ogres & Oubliettes</span> on your ass with another ice spell! Making a show of smacking your forehead, you let loose with another embarrassed laugh as you pull TT back to a much safer distance!
Safer for Dyl, that is. This girl can <span class="mu-i">lunge!</span>
Well <span class="mu-i">THIS</span> is awkward, you snicker, piling on as much faux-friendliness as you can, you forgot to mention that you’re one of the new recruits! The guys upstairs were busy playing a game, but told you to check on Dyl, so…
“Oh yea? And who’s your pe-wait…” You can almost <span class="mu-i">see</span> the moment your last few words sink into the gangster’s brain, which is impressive cuz’ you can barely see anything these days!
“They… they wanted you to… to <span class="mu-i">check</span> on me?”
That’s right, you nod, what, did he think they <span class="mu-s">forgot</span> about him or something? Ha! Imagine! Your rhetorical question is answered by a few sniffles from the Durher. Does, uh, does he need a tissue or something?
“<span class="mu-i">N-no…</span>” He stammers as a shaky smile forms on his face, “<span class="mu-i">I just… just…</span>”
Hey, you begin, moving to Dyl’s side to give him a reassuring pat on the head, it’s… it’s oka-<span class="mu-s">T, STOP!</span>
The girl stops mid-lunge and shoots you an apologetic glance. “Sorry, force a’ habit…”
Anyways, you sigh, this is, uh… <span class="mu-b">SHA-SEE!</span> She’s also a new recruit!
“Yep! We got into the gang by eating a guy!”
Well, you scoff, we didn’t <span class="mu-i">eat</span> anyo-
“Anton here housed his entire head! It was crazy!”
Look, you groan as you try to find and plug TT’s mouth in the darkness, you heard something about eggs–did he, uh… what’s the situation on… is it-
“We already handed ‘em off, rememb-ohhhh right, you weren’t here!” Dyl remarks, his disposition changing mid-sentence! “Yea, the Spicys came by earlier an’ did the tradeoff–you got lucky, those egg clutches are <span class="mu-i">heavy</span>!”
“The… Spicys?” Shudders Tzah-Tzie, her tone bristling up like a porcupine in a barrel full of weasels, “They took them?”
“Yep,” Nods Dyl, his expression softening as he speaks to TT, “Said something about an <span class="mu-b">AUCTION</span> at <span class="mu-b">THE COMEBACK CANTINA</span> in <span class="mu-b">GOLD TOWN.</span> Never been, but, y’know,” The Durher’s voice lowers as he adopts a more ‘suave’ expression, “Should see a few more bells after the auction finishes… I could take ya’ to play a few games if you want-”
That’d be great, you interject, but you might be busy for the next week or so…
“I was talkin’ to her-”
Oh…
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