>>6098851Morook clicks in thought. “I’m afraid I don’t have an answer to that, but I know where you can find someone that might…”
“<span class="mu-b">Crossroads?</span>” Asks Volka.
“Precisely.” Replies her friend. “It’s a trade hub, Anton–probably the biggest in the Darklands. I’m not overly fond of cities, but you’re certain to find answers there if you don’t mind some footwork.”
A city in the dark, huh? Sounds like a great place to get mugged.
“No need to fear: Volka’s here!” Announces your armored friend! “Erm… well what I mean is I’d <span class="mu-i">love</span> to show you around, Ant, but-”
“Leave the ingredients gathering to me.” Interjects Morook with a twinkle in his eye. “It’ll probably be faster if I’m on my own anyways.”
“Are you sure?” Asks Volka with a tinge of disappointment, “I mean… it’s <span class="mu-i">my</span> dad who wanted the goods…”
“Don’t worry–the wilds and I are old friends.” Morook explains with what passes for a wry grin in his voice, “Just send someone after me if I don’t catch up in two days. Maybe I can look into this cult temple too.”
That’s… that’d be really cool of him, you reply. Thanks!
“When all is dark, it’s our character that defines us.” Recites the Chytree with a bow of his head. “And don’t thank me too much–Volka will be your travel partner.”
“Heeeyy….” The girl snarls through sharp teeth, “If I didn’t know you better I’d toss you in the river, Mor.”
Heading over to the campfire, Morook kneels and gives something metal a few taps. “I’m going to head back out, but please eat some stew before you depart. Comforts can be few and far between in the Darklands.”
As Morook turns to leave, your new chaperone Volka turns to you with a reassuring smile. “No rush, Ant. Leave the worrying to me, okay?” Her smirk deepens. “... and the warrioring. Ha!”
Anything else before you depart?
>Ask Morook something else!>Ask Volka a question!>Snag some stew!>Rest a little bit!>Head to the river!>Call out to Rezalith!>Nope, let’s hit the road!>Write-In! 