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You give the job tag a good tap with your finger to make it official–the cold metal sending a tingle through your digit as it connects! Missing kids, you remark to your scale-covered colleague, sounds like a job for the <span class="mu-b">LAMPLIGHTERS!</span>
“Normally we’d do this kinda’ thing for free,” Replies Volka with a polite giggle, “But you need the money so I suppose we’ll see!”
“<span class="mu-s">NYYYYOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAUUUUUGHH!</span>”
The sudden shriek at your side sends you reeling and the rest of the tavern into a tizzy–the sound of dozens of blades and weapons being drawn as the patrons prepare for a scrap! Though you’re a tad late on the draw, you’re the first person to relax when you realize the scream wasn’t a monster or a threat so much as it was a drunken yowl!
T, you groan, you can’t do that…
“False alarm, all!” Reports Volka as you feel the boozed-up bard collapse against your leg with a wet hiccup, “Sorry about that!”
“<span class="mu-i">Dun… dun dooertfer… ferfree…</span>” Slurs Tzah-Tzie, her eyes spinning like a pair of bloodshot wagon wheels! “<span class="mu-i">Praomish…. merrr….</span>”
You respond by rolling your own eyes. Did she finish the juice?
“<span class="mu-i">Lemmr… lemmehr chell yer sumfrn abouthad…</span>”
Did she?
“<span class="mu-i">.... Depensh on ther shool erf fought–</span>”
Goddamn it. You’re just about to force feed her when Ma intervenes by sending a jovial smile your way! “Find a job, hon?”
Yea, you nod, gonna help someone find their missing kids!
“It came from the Rags District, Ma.” Adds Volka with a matching grin! “Got any tips fer’ us?”
The old Skog scratches her broken tusk in contemplation. “Reckon I know the client, actually–Mimut, right? Used ta’ be a regular ‘til her money dried up–told her she could keep a tab, but she wanted ta’ be responsible…”
Any other info she can provide?
“Mimut’s a sweetheart,” Ma explains, as if that helps, “But she had ta’ take a job in Gold Town ta’ make ends meet–long hours. An’ the Rags District ain’t a place ta’ leave your kids alone, that’s for sure…”
You and Volka exchange uncertain glances. “Lotta suspects,Rook.”
Doesn’t matter, you retort–you’re doing this for the KIDS!
“It ain’t gonna be easy, but Mimut’s good people and she needs help…” The bartendress says with a sagely nod, “Can’t put a price tag on that.”
“<span class="mu-i">Jhureyergaaan…</span>”
You give the mumbling minstrel a gentle pat on the head, her soft hair jingling with the sound of countless tiny bangles! Volka, you begin in a composed voice, give TT her drink, please.
Anything else before you hit the streets?
>Grill Ma for more intel!
>Explore the tavern!
>Talk to TT!
>Chat with Volka!
>Choose a different gig!
>Nah, let’s roll!
>Write-In!
