>>5553129>>5553585>"Most people are gonna be prepping for our sabotage on the old guard this week, so if you two can work as a team, that'll be good. You might be my go-to."Jorn turns to Richter with silent but agape excitement. Richter smiles and pats her hand atop of Jorns to calm her.
<span class="mu-s">"I am sure in Dunlivin we will encounter no real adversaries, but we are of course here should you need us."</span>
Jorn nods. She glances at Richter, takes note of her calm expression and tries to mimic it.
>"Richter, a lot happened today you should know about..."<span class="mu-s">"Talk to me.."</span>
You bring Richter entirely up to speed. Lich info. Moose encounters. What the sapphires are. Kaboom potion. She nods, smiles and thoughtfully blinks through it all.
<span class="mu-s">"I see. Thank you for letting me know. Perhaps it is fortuitous we both have attacks that can knock people back."</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Yeah. I don't think we have to worry about every little bastard operative of the OG having this stuff, though. Must be for those that know more, right? Or the super loyal?"</span>
You scratch your neck. A bit of both, you suppose.
>"Jorn, didn't you wanna image train with Richter. Help jog your memory?"Jorn nods as she finishes her drink
<span class="mu-b">"Oh, totally sure. I mean, we know what the sapphire does, but it couldn't hurt right? Can we do that."</span>
Richter glances down at her drink.
<span class="mu-s">"Ah, yes. Not here , though. Perhaps in my or your quarters. It requires a certain amount of concentrations and there can be..."</span>
Richter shoots you a slightly embarrassed microglance that Jorn misses.
<span class="mu-s">...side effects."</span>
Jorn shrugs.
<span class="mu-b">"I'm down."</span>
They both finish their drinks and bid you good night.
You shrug and decide to make use of the once a day facilities in the lounge.
You get a [GUMBALL]
This one is cinnamon flavoured! That might be for later. I wonder what it does.
You get a [BARON FORTUNE]
The skeletal automaton writes a fortune 'blows' on the ink and slides it into the receiving slot for you.
"When you make a name for yourself, make sure all the <span class="mu-i">right</span> people know it, kid!"
>a. Go to bed.>b. There was one more thing... 