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While the goons continue to argue, your brain shifts into <span class="mu-s">OVERDRIIIIVE!</span> You’ll be the first to admit you don’t know much about Molegs–you know they have glowing eyes, some of ‘em have long teeth, one of them owns a tavern, they’re nasty in a fight–wait a sec, you know a <span class="mu-i">LOT</span> about Molegs! Now if only you could confirm if they were <span class="mu-i">froglike</span> or not… it’s been bugging you an-
“<span class="mu-i">ANT!</span>” Hisses TT through clenched teeth, “<span class="mu-i">PLAN?</span>”
Right, you were getting to that. You <span class="mu-i">ALSO</span> recently learned that Moleg Eggs, or <span class="mu-i">Moleggs</span> as you’ve chosen to call them, need to be kept in dark tunnels… and a <span class="mu-b">BASEMENT</span> is kinda like a dark tunnel!
The Spinner stares at you as if you’d just asked her to lick your foot. “<span class="mu-i">Ooookay… yea, I can see some reasoning going on here! Let’s find it!</span>”
It’s difficult to find a basement in a factory you’ve never visited, even more so when it’s dark as heck! Thankfully the goons don’t notice as you and TT clumsily and aimlessly creep around the factory floor like an old dog at a Christmas Party, and after a few strikeouts with some empty storage containers and what definitely smells like the lavatory, you half-find, half-tumble down a flight of stairs leading deeper into the belly of the industrial beast!
“Good find, Ant!” Chirps TT as she helps you peel your face off of the icy concrete at the foot of the stairs, “There’s <span class="mu-i">gotta</span> be some good stuff down h-”
The Durher swiftly plugs her own mouth as you hear the plodding steps of an approaching sentry–the culprit rounding a corner further down from the stairwell grumbling to himself all while sniffling like a possum!
“Go clean the basement, Dyl…. Go load the eggs into their wagon, DYL! Go do <span class="mu-i">EVERYTHING</span>... <span class="mu-s">DYYYYYLLLL!</span>” Kicking a chunk of ice at his feet, the downtrodden Durher pauses mere steps away from you and TT before letting out a spirited ‘HARRUMPH’!
“Caught a damned Cold being down here for so long, but do <span class="mu-i">they</span> care? Probably forgot I existed again… I’ll show <span class="mu-i">them</span>... Once Boss comes back…”
His stuffy nose proves to be your salvation–plugged and unable to pick up on your presence, the Durher continues down the frosty hall, pausing periodically to trip on more ice chunks!
“I can hear it now: go sweep up the ice, DYL! I <span class="mu-i">HATE</span> my life! I wish I was <span class="mu-i">DEAD</span>!”
You and TT exchange a worried, and mildly sympathetic glance before the ganger sends a handful of enchanted ice crashing into the wall!
“Wait, no… I wish everyone <span class="mu-i">ELSE</span> was <span class="mu-i">DEAD!</span>”
As Dyl continues his rounds, you elect to:
>Head back up. No need to rouse any suspicions!
>Get him! He sounds like he knows a thing or two!
>Speak to Dyl! Maybe he could be an asset!
>Scour the basement–there’s gotta be some neat stuff down here!
>TT, got any ideas?
>Write-In!
