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Seeing Tzah-Tzie’s sudden mood swing inspires you to act. You know exactly what’ll make her feel better!
The Durher’s anger disappears as her eyes twinkle with excitement and delight! “Y-you mean…”
It’s only after a few minutes of walking that she realizes you <span class="mu-i">don’t</span> mean. You’re gonna need a mountain of capital to find a way back home, and you’re gonna earn it the right way, damn it! And by that you mean doing fantasy world sidequests, not a legit job!
Salty air paired with the scent of ripe seafood heralds your arrival in the <span class="mu-b">DOCKS DISTRICT</span>: a hotbed of activity and commerce, from the sound of things. Led by Volka and followed by a moody Tzah-Tzie, you stick to the main road as the jungle of dockworkers around you work their collective ‘<span class="mu-i">magic</span>’.
“Did a bit of dockwork myself once, if ya’ can believe it!” Begins Volka with pride in her voice! “If I had a bell for every time I mixed up some cargo… whoof…”
How the hell are you supposed to even <span class="mu-i">SAIL</span> here anyways? How do you park the boat!?
“Very <span class="mu-i">carefully</span>.” The Skog replies with a conspiratorial wink! “Really though: it’s a pretty complex system of whistles and chimes just getting the stuff <span class="mu-i">off</span> the ships! Ya’ gotta have some real tusks to sail, that’s for sure!”
“And a strong stomach…” Adds TT with a little ‘<span class="mu-i">bleh</span>’ for good measure! “I’ll take land travel any day, thanks!”
Well we aren’t shipping out just yet, you reply with a reassuring smile! Just gotta deliver that metal to this Obber guy and we’re all set!
“We’ll have to travel back to the Inn when it’s done, though.” The Spinner reminds you as a pair of Moleg stride by carrying something smelling like a sedan-sized shrimp! “And we just got into the city, too…”
“We can take Morook along once he gets back!” Volka chirps! “He doesn’t really drink after last time, but-oh, looks like it’s down this way!”
Leading you down a path near the water, you sense the walls of massive buildings around you as you hear the waves lap against the creaking docks! Warehouses, huh?
The rough walkway culminates in front of a door–the size of the doorframe you smack your nose into suggesting it’s used for customer traffic more than anything else. Pushing it open sends a loud, almost duck-like ‘<span class="mu-i">HONK</span>’ into the yawning abyss that is the warehouse–the interior blanketed in the scent of fermentation and pickles!
“Ello?!” Shouts Volka, cupping both claws around her mouth for extra volume! “Obber!?”
“Comin!” Grunts a voice from deeper within! True to his word, a pair of quick, but heavy feet scuttle out from the depths of the cargo jungle and meet you at what you guess is some kind of counter–their owner smiling at you with a pair of turquoise, and very human, eyes!
>CONTD.
