>>6037237“Sorry, little Khak’ll is usually an angel, I don’t know what’s gotten into her,” Is the only apology you get. At least the parent is a decent enough conversation partner when your mind isn’t at full capacity. You mean who knew some types of demihumans have their own language? Or that you look amazing before you’ve done your hair and in your nightclothes? Though you suspect the latter might be an embellishment of the truth by the kind woman.
Eventually, the three of you find yourself at the train station a good week or so after the destruction of the Metal Castle. It’s been a rather nice break from everything all things considered. But your break is brought to an end soon enough as a man wearing a brown cloak approaches your group waiting for the train while eating fish and chips, good thing he’s uncoordinated otherwise the knife in his hand might be deadly.
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>Use your hands to disarm and apprehend him>Quickly take out your Stiletto and stab him>Shoot him with Cinder>[Write-in] 