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The odds are against you, that much is certain: mucking around the sewer in a strange new world shared by a gaggle of people you only just met a few hours ago and countless unseen horrors, chief among them the very real danger of tripping over your own foot into a maelstrom of organic waste…
Anyone else might have quit by now–but you aren’t anyone else, are you?
“<span class="mu-i">Psst! How ya’ guys doing back there?</span>” Hisses Tzah-Tzie as you and Oti trail close behind like ducklings.
“<span class="mu-i">Enjoying every minute of it, thanks…</span>” The mage snarls, his lack of footsteps suggesting he has some kind of Levitation spell going… or can just fly. Can Chytree fly? You’ll have to ask when your eyes and nostrils aren’t being excavated by <span class="mu-i">Eau du Toilette</span>.
You’re fine, you boast as quietly as you can! You’ve smelt way worse than this!
It’s only after you hear a stifled chuckle from TT that you realize your error. Errr, you’ve smelt way worse things than this! That’s what you meant! You’re unsure if the palpable silence afterwards is your comrades trying to remain sneaky or said comrades not believing you.
They are, unfortunately, not mutually exclusive.
You’re just about to argue your piece when you trudge straight into Tzah-Tzie’s frozen form–an impressive feat given her head barely makes it above your hip line! Before you can ask why she stopped, you’re interrupted by another rumbling groan akin to a roll of thunder that rattles the entire sewer followed by a chorus of eardrum-rattling chirps!
Your instincts tell you to run for your life, but seeing your partners remain like statues gives you all the inspiration you need to follow suit. Freezing in place, you bite your lip and hold your breath as a wave of hundreds of suction-cupped tentacles scurry past and over your boots, their owners chirping like scared chicks in a henhouse!
Letting the critters pass you by, you dare not move until your guide does… and when she finally relaxes, the girl glances at you not with concern, but irritation!
“Just our luck! A pack of <span class="mu-b">TOTTAS</span> like that would be worth a <span class="mu-i">fortune</span> to the right chef or alchemist… we’re gonna have to come back here, Ant.”
You respond with a polite laugh, but abandon the gesture when you realize she isn’t joking. Of course she isn’t joking…
>CONTD.
