Volka isn’t wrong. Apart from being ‘North’, you’re not entirely sure just how far Umberal is from Crossroads… or what even awaits you apart from a hive of pissed-off Spicys!

And a LORD, apparently. ARCHMAGE TRIER, whoever that is. Even with an Archdevil backing you up, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous! Still… if it’ll get you your memories back…

Tomorrow’s thoughts. Inngo has your room keys ready for you long before you even ask–if he’s pissed about the second round of chaos you’ve sewn on his establishment, he doesn’t mention it. Bidding Volka a fond goodnight, you and Tzah-Tzie head behind the bar and down the hall where you were attacked by a horde of assassins only a few days ago!
Ah, memories…

“Mind putting a chair under the door handle?” Asks the Durher as she sheds her boots and clothes from the edge of the bed! “I’ve had enough bedtime surprises to last a lifetime…”

Ditto, you reply as you lean the room’s only chair underneath the room’s only door! Secure as it’ll ever be, you shed your robes and flop onto the bed next to Tzah-Tzie as she strums a few notes on her Striilii! Nice to be back in a bed again, you remark, heart a-flutter as you wrap your arms around the girl’s now-bare waist.

“Mmmm…” She hums, still strumming as she takes a seat in your lap! “Y’know, there’s something romantic about sleeping on the ground under the open sky,” TT muses, tilting her head back to meet your gaze, “But I’ll take a warm bed and a dashing young rogue to share it with any day~”

Planting a kiss on your chin, she continues to strum away as you give her hips a gentle squeeze. Her nightly ritual, you think with a smile, though given she’s made herself comfy in your lap sans clothing, you’ve got other stuff on your mind…

Oh, you blink as a fresh thought crashes through your other, more pleasant ones like a train through a stack of cardboard boxes, she said she wanted to tell you something?

“I did?” She replies, cursing under her breath as her claws play off-key.

Yea, you nod, she had a few sips of your drink, but-no… wait… it was when she was doing dishes!

The Spinner’s eyes light up in realization. “Oh,” she mutters as her cheeks turn a reddish hue, “I did… didn’t I?”

Yea, you nod again, a little less patiently, she did! Is she okay?

“Yea!” She chirps, giving you a smile as she gently leans her instrument against the bed, “I um… I have another request… when we get to Umberal.”

Not a promise? Wow… OW! Don’t bite me!

“Quiet, you…” She scolds with faux anger in her eyes!

>CONTD.