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Having learned the basics of Crossroad’s political system a few minutes ago, you opt to do what you always do when confronted about something you don’t quite have a grasp on.
With how much she knows, you reply with a roguish expression and a suave tone of voice, <span class="mu-i">SHE</span> oughta be running this town!
Your answer earns a predictable, but not unwelcome response. Doubling over with laughter that shakes the whole tavern, Ma barely manages to hold onto the mug she was cleaning as the Volka/TT battle seems to wind down in the background!
“Hoo boy… where the Hells were <span class="mu-i">you</span> when I was young?” Steadying herself against the counter, the bar matron wipes an unseen tear from her eye as she shakes her head and grins. “Haven’t laughed like that since… ah, doesn’t matter… ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer, right?”
Glancing wistfully in the direction of where you last heard Volka and Tzah-Tzie, the bar Skog sighs as she rests against the counter–the casual action sending a low groan across the whole venue! “She’s been visiting less an’ less… warms my cold, dead heart ta’ see her stayin’ outta trouble…”
You shift your gaze towards Ma with a raised eyebrow. She’s not <span class="mu-i">really</span> Volka’s mom, right? Your question earns you a playful flick to the forehead that sends your brain pinballing around your skull!
“Just cuz’ I’m a Skog doesn’t make me her ma, ya’ cheeky prick.” She replies with a wry, almost nostalgic grin on her face! “Funny ya’ mention it, though–that’s actually how we met.”
You barely finish the last dregs of your drink before another fizzing concoction is placed in front of you! Guess you’re sticking around…
“It was only a few years back, but it feels like ages ago now that I think about it…” Begins the Skog as she drums her claws against the counter, “I’d just finished up a long, painful chapter in my life… an’ finally got started on a new one. Had the bar, a roof over my head, an’ I wasn’t waking up at night bathed in my own sweat anymore. It wasn’t much,” Ma continues with a nostalgic sigh, “But it was somethin’.”
Then what happened?
“Life did, as it does.” She shrugs. “It was snowy as all hell that night–bar was packed tighter than a barrel of scheckt, could barely breathe from how hot an’ smelly it was… had half a mind ta’ kick everyone out just so I could think straight when some Bellcounters came in–turned the whole place ice cold real quick.”
Let me guess, you interrupt, your mind wandering back to how you found Volka outside her dad’s potion shop, Volka was with them!
>CONTD.
