>>5517751>>5517758>>5517767>>5517771>>5517783>>5517789>>5518040>Grab Molly Mossdottir and cheese it down into the sewers>Have Molly barrel through them, and try to use any magic you have to help.>Escape with Sigrid and Molly, take the bucket if you can. Go down the sewers and try to lose them.“Aha–.. yes, well..” You look to your lichen companion, who seems uneasy with the growing number of wizard police closing in all about you. You take a few slow steps back into her side, your hands up. “I would say we do understand the situation, captain.”
Your master and yourself are all at once swept up by the mossfolk, her arms so rough about your sides and neck you feel as if you’ve been taken up by a bear. The wild woman barrels through the litter of officers with ease as she tucks into another alley across the road. You’d attempt to lend magical aid, but your purchase on her is so loose you wouldn’t dare reach for your wand lest you slip.
The blur of concrete and wizard folk around you seems to fade amidst her sprint, the shouts of the police behind you now faint. You’re flung against her arms like a ragdoll as she makes another sharp turn down an alley and a set of stairs..
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“Are you done changing, master..?” You peek between the fingers over your eyes.
“I’m done.” She sighs. You loose your hands to see your master stood before you, a familiar, far more modest green gambeson slung atop her. “..Ugh. What a mess of things. We need to get out of this foul city as soon as possible.”
You stand in a low concrete tunnel, just about tall enough to fit the mossperson. The scent of rank, wet sewer air hangs thick about your party. The wizard city sewers, a complex network of tunnels and pipes and tributaries that runs beneath the mess of a city above. Your master sits on the ground, a hand on her chin.
“We could try to cut through the sewers to get out.. though, the lot that hangs about down here are far more dangerous than the police up there..” Your master seems to ruminate to herself. “But if we go up, we’ve got to contend with wizard police.. but, maybe a disguise.. no, that’s foolish.”
You’ve still got the pot of the GLASSBLOWER (though, far less of him than before after that wild run) and the BUSCHGROSSMUTTER DECANTER in your robes.
>What do you do? 