>>6109676“Hm.” Grumbles Volka as her tail rhythmically thumps against the ground, “Doesn’t matter what the circumstances are–you two should be turned in to the Bellcounters.”
“WAIT!” Cries Salty Suutz as he wraps a dozen hairy, chitinous limbs around your leg, “J-just let me go, aye? I be dead if I don’t deliver anyone! I’m beggin’ ye!”
He <span class="mu-i">could</span> be dead right now, you frown. Balance <span class="mu-i">that</span> out on your abacus! T, you continue as you try to shake the salty sea dog off your leg, any thoughts?
“Ya got me…” She sighs, her chipper face drooping as she ponders your question. “Those Spice Cartel guys don’t fool around… but I don’t want to collaborate with a Slavecatcher either–that <span class="mu-i">definitely</span> didn’t end well last time…”
Wait, what?
“Err… <span class="mu-i">Slavecatcher: The Musical!</span>” Squeaks the Spinner! “Y-yea! That’s it! Never again! T-too taboo a subject! Audience <span class="mu-i">HATED</span> it! Mhm!”
“Listen, if you kill him can you at least let <span class="mu-i">me</span> go?” Asks Oti from over by the surprisingly-calm Striders, “I’m a victim too, y’know.”
What do?
>Ask another question–you need to understand!>Time to die, Salty Suutz!>Sorry Oti, you’re dead!>Just get out of here, both of you! Leave the caravan!>You’re going to Jail, Salty.>You’re hitting the slammer, Oti!>How about you give us all a ride to Crossroads?>Write-In! 