>>6341743You regard Dzokko, who motions at you to help yourself. That's all you need to take a stab at an especially juicy-looking cut of meat. It's true that you just ate, but near-death experiences have a way of opening up your appetite. Hassan arrives with a twelve-pack of Kelpie, which he sets on the table with an ominous thud. There are cheers from onlookers, but you can hear Garrett protesting: "what're <span class="mu-i">you</span> guys cheering for? Ya think uhhh, these are for <span class="mu-i">you</span>?" The five of you are sat at the table but you can feel other eyes on your group, perhaps discussing rumors of the day's events.
You crack open a can and join everyone in a toast. Garrett seems to knock back his beer before it touches the table again. Everyone else is more even-keeled.
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"So it was a fungomancer beast," Dzokko says to you, leaning in, raising his eyebrows. It takes you a second to grasp what he's referring to. "No wonder they closed it down and called it a Zone. Could'a gotten outta hand in no time. Still, pretty strange of the World Overseer." He's the first person to call them by their proper name, instead of the colloquial WO or 'Double O.'
"Keepin' the public outta the loop could'a been worse. People still remember givin' up their homes to monsters and whatnot." Dzokko's voice is kind of flat and reedy, like a character in a cartoon. It certainly doesn't project a tough-guy attitude. He definitely seems like more of a thinker than his human Guildmate.
"Almost makes ya think they're hidin' somethin' <span class="mu-i">else</span> in there..." He looks past you, as if searching for another face in the crowd, which he doesn't seem to find. This comment resonates with you, though. If people like Chernabel and Maggde knew what hid inside the Condemned Zone, why were they ferrying newbie hunters into it? Are they so unscrupulous as to feign ignorance just to make some extra luna? That couldn't be it.
"Well, good thing ya made it out clean," he continues, leaning back in his chair. "Heard a couple others weren't so lucky. That's the roll a' the dice in this job. Gotta be ready for anything."
You have to admit that a lot of luck was involved in your survival today. You need to expand your skill set if you're to continue as a bounty hunter. The things you've seen other hunters do have made you feel rather inadequate.
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>Ask him how he got so strong.>Ask him about rumors and goings-on.>Ask him if he can breathe fire, too. [Potentially sensitive subject?]>Ask him if his horns ever get stuck in doorways. [You're too sober to ask this.]>Let's have a drink first. [Drink Counter +1]<span class="mu-s">Voting will remain open until early evening.</span>
>Your conversation options may change as you get more drunk. 