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Yea, you nod as you take a few steps towards the door, tell Volka to meet us there… and if a stuffy mage named Oti swings by she can send him too!
“Wait a sec,” Ma frowns, “Where… exactly are you goin’-”
You respond with a cocky grin. You’re gonna blow this thing wide open! Leaving the barmatron with a wink, you shove open the d-<span class="mu-s">OOOWWW, FUUUCK!</span>
<span class="mu-r">STUBBED TOE COUNTER: 20!</span>
“Nah, I figured as much,” Ma snorts as you stumble backwards from where your face met a wall, “I meant ‘where are you going’ as in ‘you’re about to walk into the wall’.”
Nnngh… g-gotcha…
“Mmmmaybe let <span class="mu-i">me</span> take the lead, hmmm Ant?” Suggests TT as she swoops over to your side and gives you a smile! “Wanna make it there in one piece, yea?”
Yea, you sigh as you rub the sore spot growing on your forehead, you <span class="mu-i">GUESS</span>...
With your Durher docent leading the way, the trip to the Belltower is largely uneventful… long before you draw close to what you can only assume is a hulking structure, however, you begin to understand the gravity of the situation!
Like a poorly-planned music festival, the streets surrounding the civic structure are stuffed like sardines with bystanders and onlookers! Though Tzah-Tzie has little trouble slipping through, you can tell her fuzz is getting frazzled by how many times she has to double-back and retrieve you like a lost child!
Eventually the crowd becomes impenetrable, even for your favorite Spinner! Venting her frustration with a loud sigh, the girl looks up at you with an apology in her big, green eyes! It’s okay, you shrug, you didn’t expect to get inside anyways!
“Inside?” She repeats, her apology shifting into confusion, “This is the outer wall, Ant…”
Crud. You’re just about to try climbing when a group comes clanking out from the direction of the Belltower!
“<span class="mu-i">Guards</span>,” Whispers TT, as if you needed confirmation!
“<span class="mu-s">CLEAR THE WAY!</span>” Booms one of the Bellcounters, “<span class="mu-s">THE GUILD SHALL MAKE THEIR STATEMENTS SHORTLY! GUILD REPRESENTATIVES, PRESENT YOUR SIGNET AT THE VESTIBULE GATE!</span>”
As they march past, the squad is accosted by a very bold Mzz’goe’virr!
“<span class="mu-i">THishh Izh ITT,</span>” He slurs as his swaying form drapes against one of the soldiers, “<span class="mu-i">CROshroadzzh in DIZHuraaay! RED COMMID! A creZHENDo of CLAngKsh AN BOOdsh drowNIngk oud da SCREAmsh-</span>”
His sudden soothsaying is cut short by a gauntlet to the jaw! “<span class="mu-s">SLEEP IT OFF, SOT!</span>” Leaving the drunk where he falls, the guards fan out as the rubberneckers take that as a cue to disperse!
>CONTD.
