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6/18/2025, 4:35:30 AM
Your mind races as the pleasant-scented palookas make for the bar! You dunno what they’re up to, but with the Spice Cartel it’s rarely good! You need a distraction… but WHAT!?
“OI, barman!” Sneers the periwinkle-eyed leader, “Got a question for ya’s-”
Where reason fails, panic prevails! Striding over to the counter polishing a fresh glass, you give the newcomers a curt nod! Somethin’ y’all need?
The Spice boys take a moment to study you as Inngo watches with a slightly less-stoic expression!
“Yea…” Nods the ringmaster, “Lookin’ fer’ someone, actually…”
The Gnok with the tricked-out shades nearly bowls over! “L-Lido! Don’t he look like-”
“Looks like our guy.” Grunts the group’s resident Skog.
“Nyeeeah!” Snickers the bug-eyed Durher! “Want me ta’... CUT to da’ chase, Lido? Nyehehe~”
Lido weighs his comrade’s words and responds with a wary nod. “He does, doesn’t he?” Leaning on the bar with a sly grin, the Gnok locks eyes with yours, neither of you daring to flinch!
“You wouldn’t happen to be named… ‘Anton’... wouldja, pal?”
You don’t like how he rolls your name around in his mouth like candy! That’s WEIRD! Still, you manage to hold firm as you answer with a good-natured chuckle!
Nope, you shrug, name’s OBBER. I’m the new co-owner!
“Heeey, I know a guy named Obber!” Exclaims the until-recently-silent Mzz’goe’virr! You respond with another nod.
What’s this Antoine supposed ta’ look like anyway? Lido lets loose a derisive snort.
“Like you, actually. He’s a sneaky sonnova Skog, too.” The leader’s eyes flit back towards the Skog. “... no offense, Biiba.”
“S’alright.”
“Anyways, there’s a coupla other tidbits we’re lookin’ for too. And I don’t recall giving you permission ta’ speak, pal-”
“Welcome to the Far Throw, hon! What’s yer’ poi-nyagh!”
The Waitress’ ambush is thwarted as Lido deftly intercepts her throat with something from his pocket! Still grinning, the girl shoots you and Inngo a confused glance as the Spice Skog picks her up like a folding chair and places her back in the crowd!
“Sorry fuzzball,” Lido mutters with an apologetic grin, “Not a fan’a people sneakin’ up on me…”
“Yeeeeea! Lido don’t like it!” Sneers the Mzz’goe’virr!
>CONTD.
“OI, barman!” Sneers the periwinkle-eyed leader, “Got a question for ya’s-”
Where reason fails, panic prevails! Striding over to the counter polishing a fresh glass, you give the newcomers a curt nod! Somethin’ y’all need?
The Spice boys take a moment to study you as Inngo watches with a slightly less-stoic expression!
“Yea…” Nods the ringmaster, “Lookin’ fer’ someone, actually…”
The Gnok with the tricked-out shades nearly bowls over! “L-Lido! Don’t he look like-”
“Looks like our guy.” Grunts the group’s resident Skog.
“Nyeeeah!” Snickers the bug-eyed Durher! “Want me ta’... CUT to da’ chase, Lido? Nyehehe~”
Lido weighs his comrade’s words and responds with a wary nod. “He does, doesn’t he?” Leaning on the bar with a sly grin, the Gnok locks eyes with yours, neither of you daring to flinch!
“You wouldn’t happen to be named… ‘Anton’... wouldja, pal?”
You don’t like how he rolls your name around in his mouth like candy! That’s WEIRD! Still, you manage to hold firm as you answer with a good-natured chuckle!
Nope, you shrug, name’s OBBER. I’m the new co-owner!
“Heeey, I know a guy named Obber!” Exclaims the until-recently-silent Mzz’goe’virr! You respond with another nod.
What’s this Antoine supposed ta’ look like anyway? Lido lets loose a derisive snort.
“Like you, actually. He’s a sneaky sonnova Skog, too.” The leader’s eyes flit back towards the Skog. “... no offense, Biiba.”
“S’alright.”
“Anyways, there’s a coupla other tidbits we’re lookin’ for too. And I don’t recall giving you permission ta’ speak, pal-”
“Welcome to the Far Throw, hon! What’s yer’ poi-nyagh!”
The Waitress’ ambush is thwarted as Lido deftly intercepts her throat with something from his pocket! Still grinning, the girl shoots you and Inngo a confused glance as the Spice Skog picks her up like a folding chair and places her back in the crowd!
“Sorry fuzzball,” Lido mutters with an apologetic grin, “Not a fan’a people sneakin’ up on me…”
“Yeeeeea! Lido don’t like it!” Sneers the Mzz’goe’virr!
>CONTD.
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