>>6161538"Hallo, sir," Kai greets a peculiar bush along the trail as he follows you.
The bush does not respond for a moment, before whoever wearing it begins to laugh, jiggling the whole mound of foliage. The hole in the branch coming out of it was very odd, you realize. Kai is <span class="mu-i">very</span> perceptive. "You've been verified. No need for introduction, Mr. Jonkheer, Ms. Jarnafeldt. Go in. There's nobody to see us, but don't point us out."
Passing you a stupid, happy grin, Kai follows you, humming, like the rain wasn't there at all.
Climbing up the hill and cresting over into the cauldron-shaped vale, the tall elk skull clad sniper from before is leaning up against a well-like structure in the middle where the pooling rainwater is funneled into. The many cameras on her horns perceive you, and as you pace down the steep hill, she makes her way toward you, heavy rifle in hand.
"The old oak doesn't usually take up cordial visits," the tall Norse woman speaks in her burly casual tone. "But I've heard you're not just here to sip tea."
The Dutchman steps forward with glee. "I am!"
The groundskeeper raises her hand to the jaw of the elk skull helmet. "Ohoho, you'll see. Just head on up."
The rain continues beating down on the hood of your jacket. "Is there an upstairs area inside one of these mounds?"
"No, he's on the hill," she confirms, pointing out the large tree with the black and white wood. "You'll be dry under the boughs."
Even when it is raining, you are still not allowed inside? How much does he actually trust you if you can't even be allowed to sit in a lobby?
Or is this the only way the old man can talk to people?
