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You know what? It’s fine. This is fine!
“Oh? Well enjoy the ride then! I won’t drop ya, that’s a Lamplighter Promise!”
Say what you will about her, Volka doesn’t seem to let things bother her for very long. With the initial awkwardness nothing more than a distant memory, the girl hums a quiet, but soothing song as she carries you down the road like a very confused purse.
You’d be lying if it wasn’t kinda nice, though…
Passing by a babbling brook, you take the time to consider your new traveling partner. Bigger than Morook, by far, and built like a tank based on the armor you keep getting smacked against. Funny thing, though… the stuff she’s wearing seems to be different from the mail you saw on that cultist corpse–while that um… ‘<span class="mu-i">Gnok</span>’, if you remember correctly, wore something that felt like a solid piece, Volka’s seems, well…
Like multiple pieces connected together. It makes sense that different races would have different clothing, you reason, but just what kind of crazy place did you stumble into anyways?
Your thoughts are interrupted by something thick and scaly smacking you in the face.
“Whoops, sorry! Tail’s got a mind of its own!”
As the two of you head downhill, you can’t help but wince a bit at how much your guide is clanking… whether that’s on purpose or not you can’t really tell, but you can bet your trip would be a lot different if it was just you and Morook…
“Nothing quite like a nice stroll, is there, Ant? I bet you humans do this all the time in your world! Do you have light there? Oh right, you probably do otherwise the Darklands wouldn’t seem so dark, would they? Ever been on a mountain before? Do you like hot weather or cold? I like the rain, myself, but sometimes I like to stretch out on the roof when it’s hot… Volgir doesn’t like that, of course, always waving his cane and ranting about ‘crashing through the roof’, but that only happened a few times and I’ve always built it back nice an’ strong, so… oh, Volgir’s my father, just so you know. We aren’t related either, I bet you were confused when I said I was a Skog and he was a Durher… odd combination, right? You wouldn’t be the first to say it–why, once when I was stocking the shop for him-”
To her credit, Volka stops ranting a few minutes later when she realizes you haven’t responded at all…
>CONTD.
