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For a moment you consider having the Skog fling you onto the roof, but that plan dies pretty quickly. Reliable as she’s been, you have no idea what you’d do if she flung you off-course…
Die, probably.
Moreover, even if she <span class="mu-i">did</span> get you up there, you’d be… well, you’d be on the <span class="mu-i">roof</span>. Being what you can only assume is some kind of factory/warehouse thingie you could <span class="mu-i">probably</span> find a way in, sure, but you’re just as likely to break your neck or get carried away by some yet unseen freaky pterodactyl thing!
You’re about to ask Volka and TT if they do indeed have freaky pterodactyl things here in Zoral, but reconsider when the two of them continue to bore holes into your face with eager eyes! There’s gotta be a simpler way…
Your answer comes in the form of a moment of silence–a break in the crashing tide, the passerby complaining, and the guards and dockworkers stomping around in an attempt to control the chaos.
Bobbing amidst the goo like a raft in a storm is a cargo crate–you never would have noticed it without your Ring of Echoes! Chancing a few steps into the Scheckt, you manage to rip your bootsoles free and climb onto the crate, a confident grin forming on your face as you realize it no longer jostles when you’re on top!
“Careful, Rook!” Warns Volka as she makes a move to follow, but wisely reconsiders, “That stuff’s strong enough ta’ rip scales off!”
Tzah-Tzie, on the other hand, is nowhere near as big as Volka, nor is she keen on staying behind when there’s a story to be gained! Hopping onto the crate next to you like a cat jumping onto the counter, the Durher sniffs around while you try to locate your next platform!
“There!” She announces, her eyes pointing towards the faint sound of wood creaking, “I’ll go first!”
The jury’s still out on what you think Durhers look like in the light, but if Tzah-Tzie’s natural guile tells you anything it’s that they might be giant sugar gliders. Or wererats. Or people with cat ears like in those Japanese comics you just remember you read.
Man, you miss your Japanese comics. In any case, you follow the girl’s hops to the letter and make your way around the factory to the sound of Volka’s enthusiastic, albeit somewhat distracting, cheers!
As you reach the back end of the factory, your daring pays off… somewhat. Landing on another piece of cargo with a wet <span class="mu-s">SPLUNCH</span>, it dawns on you that you’re getting closer to the source of the sticky snag–while the Scheckt leaking onto the docks was nasty, the stuff leaking out of the back of the factory is positively <span class="mu-s">MOLTEN!</span>
Hissing and steaming like piping-hot pitch, it flows like magma out from what you can only assume is a back loading bay. Cupping your ear to locate your next platform, the vague outlines provided by the Ring of Echos are <span class="mu-i">SHREDDED</span> by a shrill scream from deeper within!
“Don’t just BOB there! <span class="mu-s">DO</span> something!”
OW!
>CONTD.
