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Caught somewhere between trying to hide <span class="mu-i">and</span> regain your balance, you end up doing that thing where you stumble for about seven or eight steps before falling flat on something soft and kinda fuzzy!
“<span class="mu-s">OW!</span>”
Whoops, sorry, TT! Ever the helper, Volka rushes to help you up, but the damage is already done… and the proverbial ‘jig’ is ‘up’! Stealing a glance behind you at the doors, panic mixes with confusion as you recognize the figure standing in the threshold–his five red eyes just a piece of the already obvious puzzle!
“Ach nae… as if my day couldn’t be gettin’ any worse!”
S-<span class="mu-i">SALTY SUUTZ!?</span>
The Mzz’goe’virr makes the first move: backing into the warehouse, something small jangles around his neck as he fumbles with it! “Well this be a fine howdy-do, aye? Steady on, ye’ beasties–one blow on this an’ the whole operation’ll be coming runnin’!”
“How are you <span class="mu-i">here</span>!?” Growls Volka, the stalwart Skog not phased by the threat in the slightest! “I gave you to the Bellcounters!”
Salty Suutz answers with a laugh akin to a knife being scraped along rusty sheet metal! “Aye, I ain’t be fergettin’ that, lass! But think on it harder: didjer’ see me get booked, or were YER bein’ takern in?”
You look to Volka for an answer, but all you get is a blank stare. Volk?
“... Oh no… they were too busy thinking <span class="mu-i">I</span> was the slaver… b-but that doesn’t matter! You were taken in! I made sure of that!”
“Aye, tis’ true…” Nods the slaver as he idly tosses the metal googaw around his neck up and down, “But ole’ Salty don’t be goin’ to ther Clank that easily… I simply stepped outta ther’ ‘<span class="mu-i">Incoming</span>’ queue and inter the ‘<span class="mu-i">OUTGOIN!</span>’ HAR!”
Wait, you frown, he just… he just stepped into the line for people <span class="mu-i">leaving</span> jail?
“It’s more common than ya’ think…” Shrugs TT before her eyes widen in recognition! “Erm, s-so I’ve <span class="mu-i">heard</span>, at least!”
“And here ya’ are back to your old criminal ways…” Volka tsks as she dares to take a step closer, “We gave you a chance, Salty Suutz! Why go scurrying back?”
A befuddled sound akin to a seagull being spanked escapes Salty Suutz’ mouth! “Wh-wha!? I be tellin’ yer before! I owed these lot! An’ where else were I be supposin’ ta go!? Ye got me wagon confiscirated! A-an’ they be takin’ me Speck an’ Daler too!”
They… they took his <span class="mu-i">kids!?</span>
“<span class="mu-s">NAE</span>, yer’ spotted ‘ead! Me <span class="mu-s">STRIDERS!</span> Howser be supposin’ ter’ move a wagon without Striders, ey!? I cannae pull it meself, ye dull hammer!”
Oh yea, huh…
>CONTD.
