>>6115506Why didn’t he <span class="mu-i">TELL</span> you he could cast that spell, you groan as you run your hand over your newly-dried and pleasant-smelling robe! You were about to take a dip in the nearest well!
“<span class="mu-b">PRESTIDIGITATION</span>,” Begins the Chytree in a lecturing tone, “Like all my spells, is extremely valuable.”
“So why use it now, then?” Asks Tzah-Tzie, the girl dried and fresh as daisies, but still rattled by your disgusting punishment, “Oh, I get it! You LIIIIKE us now~”
“Your combined odor was starting to make my eyes sting.” The mage flatly replies as you continue down the tunnel, “Consider it just another one of the countless services I provided for you today.”
All jokes aside, you say with a sigh, thanks for all the help, Ote. He really saved your bacon back there! The Chytree lets out a derisive click.
“Oh it was hardly altruistic. I’ll be invoicing you both for every spell I cast-don’t even think of leaving Crossroads without paying.”
“Pfft, another debt? Add it to the pile!” Shrugs Tzah-Tzie as she nudges you in the hip with her elbow! “And we’ll be <span class="mu-i">rollin’</span> in the bells the minute I get a chance to really compose! Hells, I might even be able to hit an inn tonight and play a few!”
One step at a time, you retort–step one is speaking to Volka’s dad or whatever about a way home! After that, well… who knows?
“Now that ya’ mention it, there <span class="mu-i">IS</span> another place you might find info about that stuff…” Muses the Spinner as she plucks her Striili a few times. “There’s this <span class="mu-b">MUSEUM</span>, y’see… and it’s got a bunch of people who perform and tell stories about Zoral’s history! It’s really something!”
That <span class="mu-i">does</span> sound neat, you remark, but what’s the catch? Before she can open her mouth, Oti beats her to it!
“The Museum of Mime is located in Umberal,” He explains like a mother telling her daughter why she can’t become a frilled lizard when she grows up, “Which is, if you recall my saying, very far to the North… and very expensive, to boot.”
“Money won’t be an object soon!” The Spinner scoffs! “And so what if it’s far? Who knows where our journey will take us?”
You’re hoping it’ll take you to a ladder soon, you quip as you blink your itchy eyes. If you spend any longer in this sewer you’re gonna lose your sense of smell!
Before you can whine anymore, you feel it–the faint tickle of a breeze on your cheek and the sound of tiny chimes just down the passage! Leading the charge, you stumble up a ramp going perpendicular to your path and kick open a door at the top revealing…
Yep, more darkness. Worth a shot.
>CONTD. 