>>6210246<span class="mu-b">What uh, what is this?
“It’s venison,” Shrugged the girl in the Aviator glasses as she dropped a few shrink-wrapped bags into your waiting arms, “Deer, dude.”
You blinked. Like… like in <span class="mu-i">Bambo</span>? She responded with a sigh.
“Yes Ant, like <span class="mu-i">Bambo</span>... come over tonight and I’ll show ya how to cook it.”
Why not just fry it, you smiled as you gave Fryer #3, the GOOD ONE, a few raps with your knuckles! Liz stared as if you’d just slapped her mother.
“Yea, no… not this mea</span>totally forgets to take care of himself! That Chytree, Hells…”
Shaking yourself back into reality, you respond with a quiet ‘totally’ before a thought comes to mind… what did Morook say he was gonna do again? When you split up?
The Skog’s face scrunches up in thought as her tail thuds against the floor. “Lessee… grab some herbs… and…” The tail stops mid-slap as Volka’s eyes widen in sudden realization! “H-HE WAS GONNA CHECK OUT THAT CULT PLACE YOU ARRIVED IN! <span class="mu-i">HELLS!</span>”
“Whuzzuh?” Mutters Rezzie from across the room as she wipes the sleep from her crimson eyes, “Someone’s making a cult fer’ me…?”
“That damned ritual, Ant,” Hisses Volka as she frantically claws at her tusk, “We… What if they caught him snooping around!? W-what if they caught him?! Or worse!?”
She said it herself, you reply in as calm a tone you can muster: he’s too self-sufficient for his own good! It’ll take more than a band of kooky cultists to track him down, right? Another thought worms its way into your head: hey, maybe he’s tracking <span class="mu-i">them</span>, did she think of that?
“Yea… yea, you’re.. You’re probably right, Rook…” She replies with a nervous laugh! “Here I am supposed ta’ be relaxing and… ugh.”
You’ll find him, you add as you give the Skog a reassuring pat on the arm, or, y’know, he’ll probably find <span class="mu-i">you</span>...
“HA! Count on it!” Stretching her back and sending several CRACKS ringing across the sauna, Volka gives you a wink and a smile. “Can’t wait ta’ get started tomorrow… ain’t gonna be able to sleep a wink, though…”
Neither will you… though the steam room is certainly helping! Whoof, it’s HOT! Wiping some condensation off your brow, you decide to…
>Ask her about her Dad!>Mention Ma!>Grill her about your other party members! (Who?)>Talk about the Lamplighters!>Inform her about your newly-recovered memories!>Talk to someone else (Who?)>Just relax… (TIME SKIP!)>Write-In! 