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It’s a trick. A ploy. A devilish scheme to test if you truly are the guy you ambushed in the bathroom! Even without asking for the name of Gordi’s ‘better half’, the question is devilish indeed… with so many ways to answer and all eyes falling on you, you do what any self-respecting hero would do!
You burst into a coughing fit. Wait, that’s not what any self-respecting hero would do!
“HA! That rough, ey?” Snickers Rolo as he snaps an unseen claw! “Enjoy it while it lasts, lad… ya’ think they’ll be there forever… that you’ll wake up with ‘em gently snorin’ nex’ to ya… but some day it’ll all be gone…” A lengthy sigh leaves the crime boss's lips as a glass of something is slipped into your hand.
“That’s the way it is, son… Ain’t nothin’ fair in this world of ours, it’s the truth…” Clearing his throat once more, Rolo rises from the couch to inspect your handiwork, his six-eyed fangirls flanking him every massive step of the way!
“And who, pray tell, do we got ‘ere?” He inquires, using the rhetorical question as an excuse to stick a foul-smelling, smoky object in his mouth and light it up. He stops first in front of Volka, the poor girl standing firm, but still clearly harried by the whole situation. You half expect her to clobber the Molegg until you hear the sound of cuffs being slapped over your captive’s claws!
“You must be Volka…” Rolo remarks with a sneer! “Captain of that little neighborhood watch or-”
“The Lamplighters are <span class="mu-i">MORE</span> than that!” She interjects with a rumbling roar! “And we do way more for this city than <span class="mu-i">you’ve</span> ever done!”
“My my, what a temper!” Laughs the Molegg as he gives the Skog’s cheek a playful pinch! “And how’s yer’ dad, ey? Still playin’ at potionseller?”
Volka clams up at the question, earning another snort from the asker. “Don’t worry your pretty lil’ head… couldn’t do nothin’ to him if I wanted to.” He turns to one of his guards and smirks. “Mages, am I right?”
As the guard responds with a stoic nod, the Molegg shrugs his no-doubt massive shoulders–the gesture sending a dull, grinding noise across the booth!
“Ordinarily we’d ship girls like you out ta’ <span class="mu-r">THE BITE</span> with the rest of yer’ people, but you’d be surprised at how much folk in Umberal’ll pay ta’ snuggle with a big gal like you these days!” Another shrug. “Saves on shipping costs, too if we do it in bulk…”
Striding over to Rezalith, the crime lord's eyes immediately light up with recognition! “Timmer, ya’ slapped the Mitaarans on her, yea?”
“Course, boss.”
“Atta’ boy.” The decision proves wise–even with her arms cuffed behind her, Rezzie wastes no time in trying to gnaw off Rolo’s face, much to the Capo’s amusement! “Yep, that’s a demon alright! Hells, you hit the jackpot today, didn’t ya, Gord?”
Just doing my job, you stammer with a forced grin!
>CONTD.
