>>6117553One last question, you begin in a vain attempt to distract yourself from what Volgir just told you, does he, uh, does he have any work that needs doing? Does he want any help?
The old man’s dead eyes narrow at you. “... are you comin’ on to me?”
“Daaaaad!” Groans Volka, more shocked than annoyed, “Anton’s just trying to be helpful!”
“Well I already told him I ain’t paying a cent for anything,” Grumbles the mage as he shifts in his chair! “I’m not <span class="mu-i">that</span> far gone yet! I remember telling him!”
“Yep!” Nods Tzah-Tzie in a sad attempt to butt into the conversation, “You just told him, it’s true!”
The old man ‘s frown deepens. “Told him what?”
Never mind, you groan, look, is there <span class="mu-i">anything</span> he needs? You can even make his bed if he wants!
“Well I <span class="mu-i">DO</span> need to pick up some <span class="mu-b">BOTTLES</span> from <span class="mu-b">ZATE</span> in <span class="mu-b">MARKET PLAZA…</span>” Muses the mage as he scratches an unseen chin.
“There ya’ go!” Exclaims Volka as she nearly knocks over Tzah-Tzie’s couch with her tail! “Quest Accepted! Then you’ll let him sleep on the couch, right, pops?”
“Hells no!” Snarls the Durher as if she’d just offered him crap on a platter! “This is an Apothecary, not a flophouse! And think of the upholstery! Do these ‘Hoo-mahns’ shed? Secrete acid?! Nope, go find a nice barn!”
As your expression sinks a bit, you feel a claw clap on your back that nearly sends you stumbling out of the chair! “Don’t worry, Rook! You can sleep in <span class="mu-i">my</span> room! It’s cramped, but-”
“You know what? Take the couch!” Interjects Volgir with the urgency of someone held at gunpoint! “And don’t worry about the bottles–I’ve been meaning to say my piece to that bastard Zate for a while now-”
“No worries, dad, we’ll still do the errand for ya! Just think of it as <span class="mu-b">LAMPLIGHTER ORIENTATION,</span> Rook!”
“Great, good.” Stammers the old man as he struggles to escape from the plush clutches, or ‘<span class="mu-i">plutches</span>’, of his chair, “Anything else? At this rate it’ll be closing time…”
Well? One more question?
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