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Since she promised to be more truthful, you muse, causing your pint-sized partner to jolt upright, is she ready to share anything new about the Cartel?
“What’s there to share?” She scoffs, spitting the words out like rotten pieces of meat, “They’re a bunch of thieving, murdering animals… and they’d sell their own mothers if it’d make ‘em some bells. Which it probably <span class="mu-i">does</span>!”
Yea, you picked up on that, you reply with a frown. But what does <span class="mu-i">SHE</span> know about them? She’s had, like, a <span class="mu-i">tude</span> ever since they came up! You nearly trip over Tzah-Tzie as she stops dead in her tracks and lets out a long, reluctant sigh.
“Ant…” she groans as she turns to face you with a pained expression, “Don’t think this is me going back on what I said back in the casino, because it’s not, but-”
But she isn’t gonna tell you, is she? The girl answers with an apologetic stare.
“... not yet.” She says in a voice barely over a whisper. “And it’s not because I don’t trust you, it’s just…” Biting her lip, the Spinner strums her Striilii a few times to steady herself. “It’s a lot to unpack. For <span class="mu-i">me</span>. And I’d rather not share it smack dab in the middle of ‘<span class="mu-i">Spice City</span>’...”
Makes sense, you shrug, but you <span class="mu-i">do</span> wanna know eventually… Taking a few more steps, Tzah-Tzie stops again and steadies herself.
“My real name… is <span class="mu-b">Ruusdii</span>,” she whispers through clenched teeth, “And it’s not totally related, but I know a thing or two about Swoos Lounges because..”
She’s worked in them before? Her silence tells you all you need to know. The name evokes some kind of significance to you, like hearing the name of a celebrity, but try as you might, you can’t seem to decipher what it is. Could someone else? Probably, but you can let that sleeping dog lie for now…
The rest of your walk is done in complete silence, but not before you end the conversation with a quiet ‘<span class="mu-i">Thanks, Ruu-erm, Tzah-Tzie.</span>’
“Not a word to Volkie, okay? Please?”
You find your way back to the strip in a relatively short time, and though you no longer hear the barker for Tzah-Tzie’s casino, you’re certain the All-You-Can-Eat hawker is somewhere amidst the din…
>Roll me 1d100+1 (+2 Mmm, Souls!, +3 TT Takes the Lead!, -2 Dark, -2 Noisy!) to track down Volka! Best of 3!
