>>5259429Clouds of pitch-black dust puff from the door as you knock, making you cough. You wait a few seconds as a pair of eyes peers at you suspiciously from a crack in the door, before a series of locks unlocks and a bar slides out of position. Creaaaak…
You come face to face with a huge burly man covered head to toe in thick leather duds. You can’t see his face through the thick goggles, but he looks down at you, and you can tell that he doesn’t like your look one bit.
The man tells you to get outta here before he shoves your head up your ass. His voice is incredibly rough, as if he’s been snorting lines of grit for thirty years. (And given his apparent line of work, he might as well have been doing that.)
Nervously, you tell the musclebound giant to hold on a second – you’ve got a crucial message to relay from the owner of the gun shop in town, and he might want to delay your cranio-gluteal transplant if he wants to keep his job.
You quickly explain the whole situation with the Architechium and their impending assault, and show the man a can of Bonk from the gun shop. He seems to consider your words carefully, and heads back inside to discuss this with his coworkers. After some time, he comes back to the door and begrudgingly tells you to enter.
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