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That’s it for now, you report with renewed resolve in your tone and expression! Let’s track down the old man’s credentials and mosey! Before anyone can mosey anywhere, however, your eyes fall upon the cuddly catthing next to you as she munches on a handful of something crunchy… sensing your stare, the feisty fuzzball tries her best to send a toothy grin your way without letting slip whatever it is she’s munching on! Gulping it down with a bit of effort, she cocks her head to the side with a coquettish wink!
“‘<span class="mu-i">He drunkenly drifted, path serenaded with sighs… he was lost once again! Lost again in her eyes~’</span>”
TT, you’re good at tracking things down, you remark, grinning and failing to hide the redness in your cheeks, mind helping me find Volkir’s keythingie?
The Spinner shudders. “Only if you promise to wipe it off a bit when we track it down… who knows where it’s been…”
It’s been in his love nest, you answer as a chill runs down your spine, not even <span class="mu-r">HELLFIRE</span> will do the trick…
The foxthing giggles at your joke as she playfully bats at your hip. “Alack! Alas! A bitter defeat from a trinket so crass!” Cutting her off with a quick scratch behind one of her tall, narrow ears, you nearly forget what you’re doing when the Durher leans into your touch with a contented hum!
C’mon, you grumble as the others take off to inspect the new safehouse, save that energy for searching, okay?
She answers your request with a skeptical glance. “I’m an <span class="mu-i">artiste</span>, dear–I can do both, y’know~” Leading the way into the next room with the confidence of a movie star, Tzah-Tzie drops the theatrics for a second as she waits for you by the threshold. “You can taste the magic in the air, can’t you? Old coot probably knows we’re here already–all that’s left is to wait for him to dangle the foul thing in front of our noses.”
You don’t smell the magic, unfortunately, but you <span class="mu-i">do</span> smell the stale, musty scent of a student’s dorm… The air is almost unpleasantly cool and moist as you follow TT into the room–the walls around you creaking and groaning in protest despite the relatively calm weather outside, not that you notice any windows, of course.
Your foot catches on a stack of heavy stone tablets and sends you tumbling across the room like a drunken gymnast into what your back registers as a desk when it slams into it! Splaying out on a thin rug worn thinner from time and use, you stare upwards at the indiscernible ceiling as Tzah-Tzie looms over you like a bright-eyed vulture!
“Looks like you found ‘Meister Volkir’s notes…” She observes, snickering as she delivers his title in a posh accent.
>CONTD.
