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With TT in tow, tracking down your other companion is easy as pie. It’s a good thing, too–as you push and slink your way through the perpetual jungle of Gold Town-goers you catch more than a few whiffs of that unmistakable spicy aroma you sampled both in the Swoos Lounge and the Casino… and you’ve heard zero clanks of Templar or Bellcounter armor.
Tzah-Tzie was right: you’re on their turf.
Thankfully a wholly more appealing aroma greets your nostrils as you reach your destination: a spicy one, sure, but if the smell of Ma’s kitchen was anything to go by, you get the feeling that’s just how Skog chow works!
“Mmm-<span class="mu-i">MMM!</span>” Remarks Tzah-Tzie, wiping her mouth off as the two of you push past a beaded curtain and into the restaurant, “Dooblo dumplings~say whatcha’ will about Skogs, they know their way around a kitchen!”
You’ve never had ‘em, but the savory-scented steam blanketing the whole establishment makes you wish you did! Grunting a curt ‘<span class="mu-i">HOI</span>’ as the beads signal your arrival, the chefs continue to work their magic behind what you assume is a counter as several patrons crowd around…
Oh <span class="mu-i">no</span>...
“Pass ‘em another bottle!” Laughs a Mzz’goe’vir as he slaps his Moleg pal on the shoulder! “Ya’ got this, Isvo!”
As you soon realize, Isvo might <span class="mu-i">NOT</span> got this! Sitting at a table with both orange eyes burning like furnaces, you can still see him adjusting his posture every few seconds while a hype squad of drinkers keeps him motivated! His opponent, however, is no one to sneeze at either–you’d know that better than anyone!
“C’mon, lass! He’s reelin’!”
A gang of Mox crowd around a very familiar and <span class="mu-i">VERY</span> pleased-looking Skog, the fish-faced friends filling Volka’s tankard with booze that burns your eyes even from across the room!
“Futskaa…” Tzah-Tzie remarks as she tries and fails to hide the sound of her chewing something, “They shay it wash invended by a Durher Alghemisht way bag in the Northern War to poishin Shkogs…” She pauses to swallow when she notices you staring. “Turns out it doesn’t kill ‘em, but it <span class="mu-i">does</span> get ya’ six shades of plastered…”
>CONTD.
