>>6110327Would people <span class="mu-i">PLEASE</span> stop asking you that!? You just wanna go <span class="mu-i">home</span>, you groan! And maybe learn magic or something! But home’s the priority!
“Hm… can’t help you with the home part,” The mage begins as he strokes his unseen chin, “But that <span class="mu-r">THING</span> you conjured–now <span class="mu-i">that</span> I can work with.”
“Work <span class="mu-i">how</span>?” Asks Volka warily.
“I’ve got a lab in Crossroads–you agree not to turn me over to the Counters, I’ll run a few tests. Might even give you some more control over ‘em.”
“Yea, no way!” Snarls the Skog as she steps in front of you and spreads her arms out with Salty Suutz still dangling, “Anton’s not your guinea pig… and you were perfectly fine working with a trafficker until we took care of your muscle!”
“Well I think ‘Anton’ has a say in what he’s allowed to do.” Sniffs Oti as he glances past Volka and over to you. “Don’t you agree?”
Yea, well-
“Because I’m perfectly fine dropping my spell and getting out of here. Good luck explaining why everyone’s in a caravan and magically groggy.” He shifts his glowing gaze towards Salty Suutz. “Hells, blame it all on him, for all I care.”
“I… I don’t like this guy, Rook…” States Volka under her breath.
“You didn’t like <span class="mu-i">me</span>, but look at us now!” Chirps TT as she leans against the Skog’s leg and gives her a wink!
“I… I <span class="mu-i">still</span> don’t really like you…” Volka replies in an apologetic, but still pretty brutal tone.
“W-well anyways,” The Spinner sputters as she turns her gaze towards you, “More magic’s good, right? And we can work on a good story to tell all those survivors when they wake up outside of Crossroads!” Tapping away at her tablet, the girl mutters to herself in thought. “Now should it be two Skogs or <span class="mu-i">ten</span>...”
It’s certainly an offer… but is it one you’d better steer clear of?
>Just hit the road, man. Git.>You might drop by, sure.>Sounds GREAT! Let’s do it!>Write-In! 