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You get back to camp ... stop.
Derrs sumn hurr. It feels like dat bich Gui Li, but she's always with you, riding on your shoulder. You're used to her background corner-of-your eye spookshit. Dis spookshit feelz here-n-now n <span class="mu-i">diffrent</span>.
No finking, you get yer Dagga and Sicky out, start stalking towards the camp.
The Carrionpede Form is not the best for sneekibreeki, since you have to go low enough to nearly brush the ground, but gets through reflex blocks and guardstances easy and killykilly.
You see it: a tall shape, taller than a Humie, tall as a tall Binny (Elf; ~8ft). It's not even standing full straight yet: fing's slouching. No doubt in your mind it's a <span class="mu-i">fing</span>.
It shouldn't be scary, it's a bedsheet ghost. Black bedsheet. Wiv holes cut out ferra face. Okay, juzt a plain biggy 'ole for a face.
Nuffin da be fraid of. You just needz ta find Seafood and you both can take im. No doubt about that either.
Unless it arreddy kilt Seafood. Then you're going to start nopeing the other way and not stopping until you run out of puke.
You don't think this likely, but you take a small swig of Gnoll Glenn + Delectable Solvent, just in case.
You half suspect this might be another of Seafood's doings; he did make the Corpse Mill 1 overnight, just so you can moosh up the Plague Dedders into Dedder Dust. And you have given him lots of BLOOD n dedders to date. And the Whitey Zappy Stick. And the crumped Goatface Cup. And the Bad Magic wots needled on Humie skid meats. There's no reason he can't make a... <span class="mu-i">fingy</span> out of all that. There's no reason he <span class="mu-i">won't</span>, neither.
Seafood can do all kindsa shidd. YOU just need to stay alive and useful and learn his Carrionpede all up, and you'll be kicking and plupping all kinds of ass.
You're still trying to see which approach might be quietest in when Seafood's current little-girl voice pipes up.
"Tudi. Come here." How does he fuggen do it? You wuzzent even moven r nuffin.
"Yah Sweetfoods. Mm here."
You get out of cover, tentatively going towards his voice. Yup: Seafood's there, cross legged in front of the <span class="mu-i">fing</span>, which had been blocking your view of Seafood's hovel.
You take care to doff your body and keep yerz Daggy n Sicky before presenting yourself.
When you step up, you do a half kneel, hands clasped, facing Seafood. Normally you're not this formal, but <span class="mu-i">normally</span>, there's no 8' tall black bedsheet hanging around listening.
Seafood gets you focussed:
"Where, whom, what. Speak." You gabble, answering the prompt before it gets upgraded to a pummel.
Courthouse. Fortifications. Guard. Supplies. TownBoss ready to leave; gives the guardchumps prezzies of booz n baccy candy; a semi-hidden safe, disguising an almost fully hidden Telly Popper stone tile.
1: Large grindstones, a vertical one with a push handle and axle on top of a flat one.
