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You’re fine with getting rich at a normal pace, you reply in a diplomatic tone, so you’re thinkin’ <span class="mu-b">THE TAVERN’S</span> your best bet! Besides, isn’t it a little early to be visiting a gambling hall?
“First of all, it’s a gambling <span class="mu-i">district</span>,” Tzah-Tzie retorts as if it strengthens her argument, “And second, isn’t it a little early to go to a <span class="mu-i">bar</span>? Hmmm?”
This is different, you fire back! You’re just going to check out the job board–it’s just business! Hells, you aren’t even planning on drinking!
“Wh-whuuuh?” Asks Volka, her betrayed face reminding you of a cat caught in the rain! You were just speaking for yourself, you hastily reply, she can do what she wants!
“Heh! Damn right I can~”
Then that’s settled, you conclude, making sure to punctuate your decision with a decisive nod! Volka, you know how to get there?
“Course I do!” Boasts the Skog as her tail happily cleaves through some kind of crate! “It’s pretty much my second home, y’know!”
You find that a little concerning, but decide not to mention it. Where is this place anyways, you add, following closely behind Volka’s heavy bootsteps on the cobblestone.
“Southern tip of the <span class="mu-b">DRUNKEN MILE!</span>” The Skog chirps as she kicks a puddle with the energy of a gradeschooler! “And a stone’s-throw from dad’s shop! Nifty, huh?”
You’re gonna have to start writing down these district names… or at least put together some kind of <span class="mu-i">map</span>... for now, however, Volka’s more than pleased to guide you and TT along!
“And this right here’s the <span class="mu-b">MOSS WALL!</span>” The girl explains like a twelve-foot-tall tour guide as you use said masonry to guide yourself down a steep ramp! “When it gets warmer the whole thing sprouts a whole buncha flowers… and they taste as good as they smell! Ooh! And down here’s the old bridge–that’s where you can find all the good rocks…”
She sure knows a lot about this place, you remark, sidestepping a grumbling figure who clearly made an early visit to the aforementioned ‘<span class="mu-b">DRUNKEN MILE</span>’, you knew she was a big drinker, but-
“Pfft! Knock it off~” Chides the Skog as she playfully bats at you with her tail and nearly smacks your head off! “I grew up around here, is all! You learn the lay of the land real quick when you’re a kid!”
You get that, you nod, ducking underneath a cluster of clay chimes dangling in the middle of the path. You don’t remember much about where you grew up, but you definitely remember digging snow tunnels in the Winter and picking bugs from under the rocks in the Summer… and hopping into the creek when it got too humid…
>CONTD.
