>>6150982Baloney, you shout! That’s <span class="mu-i">ALL</span> she knows!? What about entrances? Guards?
“I. Don’t. KNOW!” Snarls your conversation partner as a few chunks of ice tumble to the ground! “They keep things vague!”
Why, because they think she’s stupid? <span class="mu-i">THAT</span> little remark nearly gets your face bitten off!
“It’s for <span class="mu-i">SECURITY</span>, you dumb cunt! Like if, for example, I get captured by the Counters or some upstart two-eyed magic-slinging <span class="mu-i">PRICK</span> I won’t be able ta’ tell them anything! Get the picture!?”
Fine, you sigh, can she at least tell you, like, the name of the guy that picked the merch up?
“<span class="mu-b">RIISII.</span>” She growls, “Silent, by-the-books type. Chytree fella.”
You respond to the new intel by pacing around a bit. It’s not the windfall of information you hoped for, but it’s something… okay, you shrug, anything else she wants to share? Last chance.
“Yea,” Boss nods, “You. Are. A. Cunt.” A crooked grin forms under her shiny blue eyes. “Write that one down, yea?”
She can write it down and give it to you later, you reply with a smug grin of your own, because she and her merry band of misfits are about to have a little career change!
The Mzz’goe’virr leans closer. “Oh yea? To what? <span class="mu-i">Spinners?</span>”
Even better, you begin, they’re gonna give back to the community by joining <span class="mu-b">THE LAM-</span>
The word ‘The’ barely leaves your lips before your Grand Marshall scampers over with uncharacteristic and frankly frightening agility! Skidding to a halt right next to you, Volka clasps a claw the size of your head over, well, your <span class="mu-i">head!</span> “The lamp <span class="mu-s">IS</span> a little dim, isn’t it, Ant? Let’s uh… would you excuse us for a moment, please?”
“Course!” Smirks your pinned prey, “Take all the time ya’ like…”
Leading you a few steps away so as not to give anyone a chance to make a break for it, Volka wraps her tail around you and gives you a long, hard stare! Errr, something in your teeth?
“I’ll make it quick since we’re in a tight spot, Ant:” The Skog begins in a very un-jovial tone, “I appreciate what you’re doing an’ all, but we can <span class="mu-i">NOT</span> have them in The Lamplighters!”
>CONTD. 