>>5728192>>5728197>>5728199>>5728236>>5728243>>5728247>>5728319>>5728411>Drumstick“DRUMSTICK the cockatrice.” You decide, running a hand over the beast’s oily down. The heads go snapping for your fingers again, but you pull back just in time. You love a feistier pet! As a child, you had a pet slime that nearly burnt your face off. “Maybe we can get him and Algernon to play, Bredbeddle..?”
“If you let that thing anywhere near Algernon, I really will stick a knife between your eyes, Snuff.” Bredbeddle keeps an appreciable distance between herself and Drumstick.
“Until we meet again elsewhere in the sea, friends.” The mushroom man waves you off as you make your way back to the chapel, new stock in tow–fresh fare for the pantry, a new knife for the rogue, a terrible magic monster chicken, and some new wall art (that you will keep hidden with the rest of the merchandise you buy of your master). You look ahead to the house, only to see..
“Ah. Wait.” You place a hand in front of the gnome. “Mind waiting here, Bredbeddle..? Looks like there’s a situation. I’ll go hash it out.”
“Wha–ah?” Bredbeddle gawps at you as you make for the chapel ahead of her. “You mean, just.. in the sea? What if there are goblins here?!”
You ignore her concerns as you move forward (though, goblins really are a danger out here, aren’t they..). You recognize both of the figures speaking to one another by the chapel doors–one tall, stately, wide about the hips, is your master in her HUMAN form. The other, though–..
“SIGURDSÖNN.” The elf greets you with a razor glance.
“Snuff. Do you mind bringing that in? I’ll only be a moment.” Your master’s eyes narrow. “Is that a cockatrice? Please tell me you haven’t bought a cockatrice.”
>Fine, you can bring it in. But you’ll be listening in from outside. >Wait! You need to defend your worth! Your master might be replacing you!>[Write-In.] 