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The girls haven’t steered you wrong yet, and taking a hit to the wallet is always better than taking a hit to the gut… with a knife.
Alright, you begin, handing over <span class="mu-b">10 BELLS</span> to the girls, you’re counting on them–are they certain they know which factory we’re looking for?
“The frosties are a lotta’ things, but they ain’t subtle!” Vilah explains as she and her sister pocket the first of two payments, “An’ you’re doin’ it for a good cause, so we’ll keep looking until we find it!”
With that settled, you and your entourage take to the roofs once more like a pack of vengeful chimney sweeps! Leaping over alleys and ducking clotheslines strewn across the route like spiderwebs, you quietly thank yourself for paying when all you hear in the streets below are sobs, screams, and shouts… a grim musical score to a district that was probably terrible long before the light disappeared.
It’s not long, however, before the screams fade into the distance behind you. Climbing down the side of a swaying building, you huddle up with your guides as something large and metal creaks above you in the brisk afternoon breeze…
“This here’s the <span class="mu-b">FACTORY ROW</span>,” Vilah begins in a hushed tone while Dilah keeps a lookout, “Now the guys yer’ lookin’ for ain’t the only troublemakers hangin’ around, so keep low and keep quiet, yea?”
“Weren’t we already doing that?” Asks TT with a smirk in her tone!
“Course, Miss, but it goes <span class="mu-i">double</span> here!”
You’re unsure if it was the explanation or being addressed as ‘Miss’ that did it, but whatever it was, TT clams up as you all proceed into the belly of the proverbial beast!
“I’m not <span class="mu-i">that</span> old…”
It was the first one!
>CONTD.
