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You have an idea of what the answer is already, but… but you just can’t help yourself! Does… do they have any clocks?
The shopkeep stares you down with her bulging eyes until it gets awkward. “Well… yes and no…”
Confusion brought on by both you and the saleswoman clouds TT’s eyes! “But… but there’s clocks…”
“Oh, these old things?” Asks Karsten as she glances around the store, “‘Fraid they’re all spoken for–just waiting on the clients to pick ‘em up!”
The unexpected answer gobsmacks you just as it does your fuzzy friend! S-so if you wanted a clock-
The Mox turns a few pages in a ledger in front of her. “Earliest oughta’ be in a month or so–maybe longer depending how this Chairman situation hashes out. Dreadful stuff, really–hope they catch whatever did him in!”
Errr, one sect, you interject as you try to follow Karsten’s hand along the ledger, could… does she mind turning the page with her <span class="mu-i">OTHER</span> hand?
“Hm? That’s an odd request!” Remarks the shopkeep as you shoot TT a wink and get a withering stare for your troubles! “My late husband loved my claws, you know–always told me they were his third favorite part of me!”
Placing both claws on the desk, the clockseller gives you an appraising look as you try to determine if she has one or two from sound alone! “Anywho, was there anything else I could assist you with? Terribly sorry about the clocks…”
Exchanging a nod with TT, you stare the Mox dead in the eye (a simple task) and relay the password: your grandfather’s clock needs a new gear: Tallerite with five notches.
Upon uttering those words, Karsten’s bubbly demeanor drains from her expression, posture, <span class="mu-i">everything</span>! “You’re late,” she mutters, “The note?”
Oh, uh… r-right, you stammer, not expecting to get this far in, well, whatever’s happening! Fishing the note you pilfered in <span class="mu-b">THE RAGS DISTRICT</span> from your pocket, you hand it over and prepare to bolt as the Mox looks it over!
An uncomfortably long moment passes before she hands it back. “Someone was pretending to be you earlier… knew the password, but no note.” A grim smile spreads across her stoney face. “Taken care of.”
Oh uh… th-thanks? Rather than responding, Karsten glances down at your special Spinner. “She’ll have to wait up here. You understand.”
You open your mouth to protest, but TT beats you to the punch with a shrug and a smile! “Can’t be helped! I’ll stand guard up here–don’t delay, now!”
>CONTD.
