>>6115508Despite your best efforts, and definitely not the best efforts from Tzah-Tzie, you fail to track down Oti and return the potions. The Durher insists he quote, ‘<span class="mu-i">won’t even notice they’re gone</span>’, but given her track record you can’t help but keep an eye out for incoming lightning bolts…
So the road, you begin as you try to keep pace with the spritely Spinner, the roughness is <span class="mu-i">words</span>?
“You betcha!” She replies as you feel the symbols carved into the road beneath you, “It takes a bit of getting used to, but once you know what you’re looking for it becomes pretty easy!”
Before you can inquire further, a long, dull gong rings out across the bustling thoroughfare!
“<span class="mu-s">8 O’ CLOCK!</span>” Drones a robotic voice from high above your head, “<span class="mu-s">8 O’ CLOCK!</span>”
“Gee, we made good time!” Remarks the Durher as she leads you around a particularly slow Moleg, “Might even get there before Volkie does!”
Was that a clock tower or something, you ask as you struggle to locate the noise’s source in the overwhelming darkness!
“Kinda… it’s the <span class="mu-b">BELLTOWER.</span>” TT explains with a smug grin! “That’s where the <span class="mu-b">GUILD CHAIRMEN</span> and the other <span class="mu-b">TRADE GUILD REPRESENTATIVES</span> meet. Crossroads is a trade town, afterall–someone’s gotta make sure it all works!”
And does it?
“Ehh. No comment.”
Passing a column of people clad in thick, clanking armor, you’re ushered a little faster by your stocky chaperone!
“Almost there…” She explains as she takes you down a street where you can hear the distant gurgle of splashing water, “Aha! It’s gotta be here!”
Passing by what must be the most heavenly-scented bakery you’ve ever had the luck to sniff, you and Tzah-Tzie freeze as you spot a pair of familiar, but somewhat morose-looking yellow eyes towering above a set of older, wearier ones closer to the ground just across the street!
As you move to get closer, you’re tugged back by TT! Before you can ask, you hear some more armor creaking on both sides of Volka!
“The Law don’t care about whose responsibility she is,” Barks one of the armor-wearers, his eyes obscured by what must be a helmet, “The Skog came ta’ the Watch’ouse with a cart fulla’ people… what’zat look like to ye?”
“And I’m telling <span class="mu-i">YOU</span> that she’s my daughter, not a damned monster!” Snarls the grey-eyed coot in front of Volka in a raspy, but determined voice! “Do I need to come down to the Watchhouse and carve it into your damn walls!?”
Things are heating up… but what do?
>Keep watching!>Back Volka up! She was just trying to help!>Make a distraction down the street! That’ll get ‘em outta here!>See if TT can help at all!>AGGRESS!>Play the part of a concerned citizen–what’s all the trouble?>Instigate! Hey, the guards are oppressing her!>Write-In!That's it for tonight, you crazy bastards! Seeya tomorrow around the usual time!
