>>6297425‘<span class="mu-i">So congratulations, by the time my layabout son gets there you’ll probably be lobotomized and/or separated into jars already. In the off-change you AREN’T, though, you’ll probably need a place to cower when you inevitably screw everything up–and for the record I ain’t doing this for YOU… I’m doing it because you somehow suckered my daughter into tagging along in your little death march. Die all you want up there, but if she loses even a FRACTION of a scale I’ll–</span>’
“Sheesh, the old fart can really <span class="mu-i">gab</span>, can’t he?” TT groans as she stuffs something into her pockets. “Get to the POINT already, riiight?”
“<span class="mu-i">I’m GETTING to it, you Kleptomaniacal Kit! That place is loaded with magical traps, by the way… set ‘em myself! There’s your first an’ LAST warning! Paws off!</span>’ The room fills with the crackly, phlegmy sound of Volkir clearing his throat.
‘<span class="mu-i">Like I was saying… it ain’t much, but you should be safe in there for a time, at least. Warded it myself back in my younger days… which reminds me: make sure you give the beds a wash or two before using ‘em. And the kitchen counters. And the baths. Oh, and definitely the tables, too. Used ta’do a lotta ‘Research’ back in my Trimbault Student and Professor days…</span>’
“Huh.” Morook remarks as the rest of you hastily remove your elbows from the table surface.
‘<span class="mu-i">’Anatomy Research’, get it?</span>’ Cackles the old coot, “<span class="mu-i">Hells, you wouldn’t BELIEVE how many co-eds I used to bring home! Ahhh… but not any more… not. Any. more….</span>’
Punctuating his sentence with a cough, Volkir gathers the strength for one last burst of info: ‘<span class="mu-i">But enough about me… now’s about the time you have one of those inane questions of yours, so let’s hear ‘em–I probably already know what you’re gonna ask, so…</span>’
You’re a bit skeptical, you admit, but the guy <span class="mu-i">IS</span> a wizard… or was one, at least. Couldn’t hurt to ask!
CHOOSE 1:
>What’s he know about Trier?>Any word on getting you home?>Trimbault Academy… he worked there, what does he know?>The Spicys–any news or intel on them?>What’s the situation in Crossroads?>Ha! Got you, old man! You don’t HAVE questions!>Anyone wanna ask the perverted old lech anything?>Write-In! 