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6/17/2025, 6:55:58 PM
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The Molegg turns to face the jam-packed tavern. “Obber sent double the amount’a Ruuppaa. Said yer’ helped him out loads.” You spot the faintest hint of a twinkle in Inngo’s eye! “Jus’ in time fer’ all sorts ter’ be locked outter' Crossroads. Business’s boomin’.”
Oh, well, you smile as you place a wet rag on TT’s comatose face, that’s uh… that’s what you do!
Another credit card-sized slab of rough metal lands on top of your bell sack. “Yer’ co-owner now. Room next ter’ mine’s yers. Cutta’ the profits every month. Take ‘er or leave’er.”
Your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets at the news! B-but… but the tavern burned down because of you!
A gruff, creaky laugh escapes the Molegg’s mouth! “Rebuilt. Folks thought it was the Grand Openin’. More business.”
W-well… you’re not sure if you’re going to be here for months, but… where do you even begin!? Inngo’s eyes shift downwards towards TT.
“Throw her out. Didn’t pay ‘er tab.” His frown deepens. “Stole a bag-a salt too.” And deeper. “... and three of my good frypans.” … and more. “... and me good trousers.”
You shrug. He’s the boss! Well, co-boss… Picking Tzah-Tzie up like a sack of stolen salt, you move to chuck her outside when the door creaks open…
And an unmistakable scent wafts into the tavern that silences the crowd.
A spicy scent.
https://youtu.be/GCtBldZa9qs
Striding in from the cold like they own the place come a host of Cartel Creeps: five, if you’re counting correctly! Parting like the Red Sea, the bar patrons do their best to put as much distance between the new arrivals as they can–some of them even heading outside! Spotting the barkeep from across the room, the gang’s leader approaches with a cheeky grin!
You’ve probably got about five seconds before he and his pals reach Inngo… What do!?
PASTEBIN UPDATED!
https://pastebin.com/xdk5kHyA
>Hide!
>Stick by Inngo–if anyone can handle these guys, it’s him!
>Preemptive Strike! Attack while they don’t notice you!
>Distraction! (Write-In or leave blank for MY idea >:3)
>Write-In!
The Molegg turns to face the jam-packed tavern. “Obber sent double the amount’a Ruuppaa. Said yer’ helped him out loads.” You spot the faintest hint of a twinkle in Inngo’s eye! “Jus’ in time fer’ all sorts ter’ be locked outter' Crossroads. Business’s boomin’.”
Oh, well, you smile as you place a wet rag on TT’s comatose face, that’s uh… that’s what you do!
Another credit card-sized slab of rough metal lands on top of your bell sack. “Yer’ co-owner now. Room next ter’ mine’s yers. Cutta’ the profits every month. Take ‘er or leave’er.”
Your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets at the news! B-but… but the tavern burned down because of you!
A gruff, creaky laugh escapes the Molegg’s mouth! “Rebuilt. Folks thought it was the Grand Openin’. More business.”
W-well… you’re not sure if you’re going to be here for months, but… where do you even begin!? Inngo’s eyes shift downwards towards TT.
“Throw her out. Didn’t pay ‘er tab.” His frown deepens. “Stole a bag-a salt too.” And deeper. “... and three of my good frypans.” … and more. “... and me good trousers.”
You shrug. He’s the boss! Well, co-boss… Picking Tzah-Tzie up like a sack of stolen salt, you move to chuck her outside when the door creaks open…
And an unmistakable scent wafts into the tavern that silences the crowd.
A spicy scent.
https://youtu.be/GCtBldZa9qs
Striding in from the cold like they own the place come a host of Cartel Creeps: five, if you’re counting correctly! Parting like the Red Sea, the bar patrons do their best to put as much distance between the new arrivals as they can–some of them even heading outside! Spotting the barkeep from across the room, the gang’s leader approaches with a cheeky grin!
You’ve probably got about five seconds before he and his pals reach Inngo… What do!?
PASTEBIN UPDATED!
https://pastebin.com/xdk5kHyA
>Hide!
>Stick by Inngo–if anyone can handle these guys, it’s him!
>Preemptive Strike! Attack while they don’t notice you!
>Distraction! (Write-In or leave blank for MY idea >:3)
>Write-In!
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