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Suppressing the urge to tackle your old foe, you call upon your <span class="mu-b">ILLUSIONIST</span> past and weave together a cunning cover identity in seconds flat!
Eeeeeeey, ooooh! Whassamattah wit’choo, huuuh? Name’s Antolini Peesarelli! Badabiiiiing!
Volka’s eyes light up with childlike glee at your new identity while Rezalith stares as if you’d just slapped her!
“Aye, well,” Grunts the Head Chef, “Don’t be carin’ what yer moniker is bein’, long as yer’ ken do some cookerin'...”
Heh. Hook, line, and <span class="mu-i">sinker</span>... taking in what little sights there are, you notice a very important element missing from the picture…
Aaaaay, you frown, da’ little <span class="mu-i">bambolina</span>... where’d she run off to, eehh? <span class="mu-i">Madonn</span>...
“Are you okay?” Frowns ‘Za-Za’ while the Skog stifles a giggle! “You’re stupider than usual. You’d better hope it ain’t <span class="mu-i">contagious</span>!”
“Ach, the fuzzer…” Salty Suutz snarls with a shake of his head, “Terk off scampyrin’ when she be hearin’ the music upstairs…” His expression softens a bit. “HAR! Imaginin’ me luck, cookerin' in the casino where <span class="mu-b">LUTZA</span> be spinnerin’... Ole’ Salty Suutz’ life be back on the road, it be…”
“W-wait a sec,” Stammers Volka as the words settle into her head, “Tza-errr, I mean, <span class="mu-i">Siila</span> REALLY doesn’t like Lutza, does she?”
You open your mouth to respond, but the words die halfway out of your gullet! Shoot, she’s <span class="mu-i">right</span>! You nearly had to tackle TT the last time she heard Lutza’s name… and if she’s <span class="mu-i">here</span>...
“How the Hellerin’ would someberry be hatin’ <span class="mu-i">LUTZA!?</span>” Cries the Head Chef in disbelief! “She be haverin’ a voice smootherer n’ Muusp butter… ach, an thers eyes on ‘er… Never beener man much fer’ Durhers, mind, but Lutza… I bought ‘er scent at a concert back when I were still a lad… used ter’ spray it on me piller when I be sleepin’ on the ole’ schooner…”
Sensing he spoke too much, the Mzz’goe’virr punctuates his sentence by loudly clearing his phlegmy throat!
“Erm, but that were bein’ a long time ago… Ole’ Salty Suutz be notherin’ more n’ a humblesome cooker, he be…”
You have a pretty solid grasp on who TT is now… and you had a pretty solid grasp on her last night too! HA! All jokes aside, you know her well enough to not discount the possibility that she might try to kill someone… turning your worried gaze Volkaward, you tell her that you need to track the spunky Spinner down… and FAST!
>CONTD.
