>>5659672>>5659662You climb up onto a nearby roof & head to Murgols. He's a good buddy of yours, and always a collector of trinkets. Over the years you've had plenty a drink with him and he's probably you're closest friend in Arak.
He'll definitely have some weapons
You slink your way across the rooftops Murgols house and slide your way down into the side alley. Relaxing as you reach your destination.
<span class="mu-s">VRRT VRRT VRRT</span>
You freeze. What's that sound?
Around the corner a door opens and shuts. Out of the door emerges a robot clothed covered in a basket, dark purple dripping from its arm.
<span class="mu-s"> VRRT VRRT...VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT</span>
<span class="mu-r"> B I O M A R K E R D E T E C T E D...S C A N N I N G</span>
SHIT SHIT SHIT IT'S R0N1N
You rush backwards away from the front and climb over the backwall into Murgol's carefully crafted garden landing as cautiously as you can.
<span class="mu-s"> CRACK</span>
You look down, you've landed on some pottery. Looking up you first see the smashed pot. Then the smashed window. Then the inside of Murgols villa.
Complete destruction. His years of carefully curated wares & trinkets destroyed. curtains torn, paintings ripped, furniture in splinters.
And in the middle of it all. Murgol, laying in a pool of purple, sliced clean in 2.
>Scream & grieve uncontrollably >Run back the way you came>Search the house a weapon>Something else [write in] 