>>5289314>>5289354>>5290152>Ask him how to leaveThe wriggling little man doesn’t cooperate until you give him a good pistol whip. Then he says that you’re not getting out of these twisting caverns unless you’ve got the ballistic spirits running through your veins, which is something that you don’t understand, so you pistol whip him again, and he clarifies by saying that you need one of his kind to lead you out.
>Ask him what dangers we might run into on the wayYour captive gleefully warns you that you might encounter some nasty fellas on your way out. His employers wouldn’t want nosy surfacedwellers poking around in their territory, eh?
>Ask him what species he is, what species Scite and the other guys are, and what beef they haveYou’re curious as to the nature of this scrawny little guy, so you ask him what he is. He puffs out his chest (as much as he can while you’ve got him by the throat) and proudly declares himself to be a member of the derrong race.
You ask the gray gnome what he thinks of Scite and the Leadkeepers. He spits and calls them smug, condescending losers who think they’re better than everyone else. News flash, he says: just because you’ve got a talent for black magic, and you have massive industrial capabilities, and you set up the rail system that every man, woman, and gelatinous cube relies on to survive in these blasted tunnels, doesn’t mean you get to pretend like you’re above us.
>Ask him if he knows about the ArchitechumHe doesn’t know who your daffy pals are.
>Ask them what the fuck they want to use the potassium nitrate forHe doesn’t know what the fuck potassium nitrate is. You gesture to Scite’s little baggie, and your captive tells you that he doesn’t work with the powder, he just fires it.
>Ask him where they took SciteSick of the questions, the derrong squirms in your hands and tries to reach for his gun, but you hold him over the bubbling lava and he stops resisting. You get right up in the greasy little man’s face – where did you take Scite? He sputters out that his buddies probably took your stupid friend back to their employers’ territory; they’ve been looking for a Leadkeeper to snatch for a while now.
>Threaten harder to shoot him unless he leads you to Scite The derrong (whose name is Pin) reluctantly promises to direct you to Scite. In turn, you promise not to give him a warm lava bath, or to play the accordion in his vicinity.
>Ask him if it’s magma or lavaUnprovoked, Pin tells you that it’s actually magma, because it’s underground. You give him a wedgie.
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