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“Lotsa mages up North, Ant. Stay on your toes.”
“She ain’t kidding, Rook!” Smirks Volka! “Might as well be the mage capital of Zoral, really! Spooky!”
Think her dad would know a thing or two about Umberal? The Skog answers with a derisive scoff that puts a smile on Rezzie’s face!
“Hells, don’t get him STARTED!” Volka groans with a grin! “It’s getting him ta’ shut up about it that’s the real trick… man hates it up here.”
Why? The simple question seems to throw the poor Skog for a loop.
“W-well, um…” She mutters, her tail flicking the floor beneath her, “I think he has some history with the academy. And the government. And the Spicys. And the Rich. And the Middle-Class. And the Poor. And most of the mages living here.” She blinks. “... You met dad. He can be, uh… hard to get along with?”
Yea, you nod as your mind wanders back to the stunted, even by Durher terms, old man you met when you first arrived in Crossroads, you uh… you remember.
“Seems easy to me!” Snorts Rezalith! “He can’t be all bad if he hates everything I hate!”
You haven’t met half of those things Volka mentioned, though.
“And I don’t INTEND to!” The devil concludes by crossing her arms! That settles that, you guess.
“Anyways,” Sighs the Spinner as her tail flops against your side, “Market’s open during the day now too. Oh, and it’s true: you can find almost anything there.”
Anything?
“Probably!” The Durher replies with a bewildered look on her face! “Ain’t gonna be cheap though. Nothing in Umberal is.”
“Tch. Money.” Rezzie hisses through clenched teeth. “Why bother when we intend to burn this place to ashe-”
NNNGH! IX-NAY ON THE ALKING-TAY ABOUT BURNING THINGS IN FRONT OF THE OLOGRAM…HAY!
“... Do you try to make me want to hit you?”
”Can I be of any other service? If not, I must politely ask you to disembark soon.”
Is there?
>Tell me about another place!
>Just take us out of the monorail, please!
>Any news bulletins we should know about?
>Can I get another snack or something?
>Teleport us somewhere, please!
>Mind blasting us with those PHEROMONES one last time?
>Nope! We’ll leave!
>Write-In!
“Lotsa mages up North, Ant. Stay on your toes.”
“She ain’t kidding, Rook!” Smirks Volka! “Might as well be the mage capital of Zoral, really! Spooky!”
Think her dad would know a thing or two about Umberal? The Skog answers with a derisive scoff that puts a smile on Rezzie’s face!
“Hells, don’t get him STARTED!” Volka groans with a grin! “It’s getting him ta’ shut up about it that’s the real trick… man hates it up here.”
Why? The simple question seems to throw the poor Skog for a loop.
“W-well, um…” She mutters, her tail flicking the floor beneath her, “I think he has some history with the academy. And the government. And the Spicys. And the Rich. And the Middle-Class. And the Poor. And most of the mages living here.” She blinks. “... You met dad. He can be, uh… hard to get along with?”
Yea, you nod as your mind wanders back to the stunted, even by Durher terms, old man you met when you first arrived in Crossroads, you uh… you remember.
“Seems easy to me!” Snorts Rezalith! “He can’t be all bad if he hates everything I hate!”
You haven’t met half of those things Volka mentioned, though.
“And I don’t INTEND to!” The devil concludes by crossing her arms! That settles that, you guess.
“Anyways,” Sighs the Spinner as her tail flops against your side, “Market’s open during the day now too. Oh, and it’s true: you can find almost anything there.”
Anything?
“Probably!” The Durher replies with a bewildered look on her face! “Ain’t gonna be cheap though. Nothing in Umberal is.”
“Tch. Money.” Rezzie hisses through clenched teeth. “Why bother when we intend to burn this place to ashe-”
NNNGH! IX-NAY ON THE ALKING-TAY ABOUT BURNING THINGS IN FRONT OF THE OLOGRAM…HAY!
“... Do you try to make me want to hit you?”
”Can I be of any other service? If not, I must politely ask you to disembark soon.”
Is there?
>Tell me about another place!
>Just take us out of the monorail, please!
>Any news bulletins we should know about?
>Can I get another snack or something?
>Teleport us somewhere, please!
>Mind blasting us with those PHEROMONES one last time?
>Nope! We’ll leave!
>Write-In!
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