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Yea okay, this doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out… Striding over to the metal sugar barrels you uh, got <span class="mu-i">acquainted</span> with earlier, you t-ACK! Dammit!
<span class="mu-r">STUBBED TOE COUNTER: 15</span>
“Gotta lift those feet higher, Rook!” Suggests Volka as he brings up the rear! “Can’t expect the dockworkers to sand down <span class="mu-i">every</span> bit of wood!”
Yea, you groan as you shake the pain out of your toe, those <span class="mu-i">poor</span> dockworkers… Your Ring of Echos helps you avoid another toe stubbing as you and your entourage approaches the barrels–each one remarkably and somewhat eerily quiet on arrival!
“Well what are we waiting for, an invitation!?” Laughs Tzah-Tzie as she skitters over to the leftmost barrel, “Dunno about you two, but <span class="mu-i">THIS</span> gal’s earned a little treat after al-
The dull <span class="mu-s">BONG</span> of metal against a face followed by a pained ‘<span class="mu-s">NYAAAH!</span>’ tell you all you need to know! As Tzah-Tzie tumbles onto the dock like a bag of groceries, you give the air her head previously occupied a good <span class="mu-s">SMACK</span> with your hand and send a heavy, metal barrel cover clattering to the floor!
“Nice one, Rook!” Volka remarks as she moves in to apprehend the suspect, “Lemme handle this one…”
“<span class="mu-i">NOOO! NOOOOOOO!!!</span>” Shrieks a trembling, reedy voice on the verge of crying as the Skog fishes around in the barrel like a raccoon looking for trash bin scraps, “<span class="mu-i">ROLO KNOWS ME! PLEEEAASE!</span>”
It’s <span class="mu-i">over</span>, you groan, gingerly massaging your definitely broken hand, no more Mr. Ice Guys! No one laughs, but it makes sense–Volka’s too busy trying to fish the poor sugarmonger out of the barrel and TT is…
… well, she’ll be fine. Probably.
>CONTD.
