>>6099992The road becomes a bit flatter as you continue along–the air filled with the pungent aroma of what must be fungi… or your apartment bathroom.
“I hope Mor’s okay by himself… he always is, but I can’t help but worry. That’s a rule for you to remember, Ant,” Volka begins as she kicks a rock the size of a BBQ out of your path, “Never roam alone. Promise me!”
It’s a little early in your adventure for a promise, but you respond with a semi-committal ‘uh-huh.’ She and Mor are pretty close, then?
“Mhm! We go way back!” Your guide responds with a wistful tone! “Found some street toughs beating him behind the shop one day–once I took care of ‘em I had father patch him up and we’ve been friends ever since!”
The brief introduction you had with Mor makes it difficult to imagine anyone getting the drop on him, but people change, huh?
“Hah! Yea, you could say that… once father realized he wasn’t planning on stealing me away or anything he warmed up to him really quick! We were actually running a job earlier when he came across you. Talk about lucky, right?”
Seriously… so does she have other friends besides Mor? The girl goes quiet for a moment as you ask, but you can’t tell if she’s pondering or…
“Well a few of the neighbors and I are on good terms!” She replies, quickly recovering her pep, “And they know me at most of the taverns… OH, and there’s the <span class="mu-b">LAMPLIGHTERS!</span> We’re thick as thieves, we are!”
Mor’s warning resonates in your head as you hear the name again… taking a steadying breath, you ask your guide what the Lampli-
“<span class="mu-s">I’MSOGLADYOUAAAAAAAASKED!</span>”
>CONTD. 