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OH NO YOU <span class="mu-i">DON’T</span>, you snarl, galloping after the thief like a pissed-off unicorn! Skidding around a corner, you barely avoid colliding with a dockworker carrying a tower of what sound like crates–the lifter in question and his pal greeting and bidding you farewell with a string of curses I’d rather not transcribe!
It’s only after you clear a few crate hurdles, clear meaning stumble over them like an absolute tool, that you notice you can’t hear or Tzie any sign of Tzah-Tzie–not that your vision was that good here anyways! Did… did you go the <span class="mu-i">WRONG</span> WAY!?
Your quiet contemplation sesh is cut short as two dockworkers emerge from what you assume is one of the warehouses–both of them maintaining an unusually-far distance from each other! Maybe one of them has a cold?
The faint tinkling of gossamer trinkets between the two tells you all you need to know… and with your newly-remembered <span class="mu-b">LIMBO EXPERTISE</span> you deftly slide underneath whatever it is they’re carrying–your nose just barely scraping against something cool and smooth as you rush by!
You haven’t the foggiest idea what kind of wackjob would need a <span class="mu-i">window</span> in this world, but you’ve got bigger fish to fry! Concentrating on the vague reverberations sent out by your <span class="mu-s">RING OF ECHOS,</span> you hang a left at the next alleyway you spot and cross your fingers hoping you made the right choice!
Your reward is a wall to the face at terminal velocity. OW!
<span class="mu-i">NEXT</span> to the wall, however, is the passage you seek! Shaking off the pain, you half-lumber, half-limp into an alleyway where your nose is met with a fine bouquet of old seafood, musty packing materials, and some other whiffs and sniffs you can’t place, but wouldn’t want to even if you could!
“Lemme <span class="mu-i">GO</span>, ya’ creep! I’m warning you… I’ll <span class="mu-i">BITE!</span> HARD!”
Oh good, Tzah-Tzie’s here already. Plugging your nose and creeping deeper into the alley, you follow the sounds of scuffling straight to the source and find your sassy Spinner struggling to slip free of who you assume is <span class="mu-r">THE MUGGER!</span>
Quiet as a mouse wearing slippers, you immediately notice two things: first, Tzah-Tzie’s assailant seems to be wearing a mask of some sort given that you can only see their bulging orange eyes. Secondly, they don’t seem to be much taller than your favorite Durher…
As Tzah-Tzie continues to struggle, you briefly hear the sound of heavy bootsteps approaching… sounds like Volka’s on the way too!
What’s the plan here, chief?
>Address the mugger! CEASE!
>Wait for Volka to arrive!
>Make a distraction!
>Attack the mugger!
><span class="mu-r">BURN THEM TO ASHES</span>
>Write-In!
