>>6117255Then how are you supposed to get money, huh? You don’t exactly have a <span class="mu-i">resume</span>!
“Oh that’s easy, Rook!” Volka interjects! “Taverns are always posting job ads for freelancers! Ooh, and the Trade Guild Center hires people too!”
“It’ll certainly allow you to get a feel for this world… you might even run into someone who can help ya.” Remarks Volkir as he continues to drum his claws on the armrest, “Or you’ll die. Either way the problem will take care of itself!”
“Daaaaad!”
“Whaaat? I can’t tell the truth? In my own shop!?”
“But if you <span class="mu-i">really</span> wanna make connections, well…” The Skog begins, eyes lighting up with mirth, “There’s no better way than going on patrol with <span class="mu-b">THE LAMPLIGHTERS!</span>”
The name earns a groan from Volka’s father. “Please tell me you didn’t rope him into your little deathwish club, dear…”
“I-It’s not a DEATHWISH CLUB!” Growls Volka as she leaps to her normal, dizzying height! “It’s community outreach at its finest! Ant will <span class="mu-i">LOVE</span> it!”
It’s certainly an option, you nod… T, what do you think?
“I like the tavern idea, honestly.” She replies as she tunes her Striili. “I’m all for public relations, but we can do that <span class="mu-i">and</span> get paid, y’know! And as nice as Volkie’s little militia group sounds-”
“It’s <span class="mu-s">NOT. A. MILITIA!</span>”
“... It’s still volunteer work.”
“Well damn, sounds like you’ve got a lot of work to do!” Huffs Volkir as he makes a show of rising from his seat with an exaggerated groan, “Guess that means you’ll be off, then. Don’t break anything on the way out!”
Anything else you wanna ask Volkir? That cane of his means business!
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