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Large footsteps stop your train of thought. Your mind vacates all internal monologue and activates naught but primal instinct.

"Flippant Uplander. Afraid to break upon us?"
"Such strange eyes. No fear were in them. Her eyes were tired for years, and through them she smiled with elation."
"Black Swans are odd indeed."
"Yes."

You're almost certain that if it weren't for Durant's sweaty coat and the drugs, that thing would have smelled you. Peering from the coat, you see it - them. Iika and Iida. The chatterbox. Lorppo.

"And in the same breath as that declaration, she is asking for more lemmings! Who would be stupid enough to fall for her lies?"
"No, no. They must have other means for our destruction."
"Plague? Drought?"
"The Weeping Willow went mad. They might use higher powers."
"Then we should lash out harder! Expose the truth to the city! Drag the whole of Helsinki to the gallows with us!"
"She knows more. She will give answers."

What the hell are they talking about? Other means for their destruction?

If they're discussing alternative means to kill the underdwellers, the original was-

wait

what did they mean by this
>please freyja maaema any god listening tell you that you heard it all wrong [5]
>Katriina canceled the pogrom against the Undercity, forestalling your ability to rise ranks [6]

What the fuck are you doing here if not to get to Level 3?

You didn't come here to kill monsters and living trees and get caught up in all this.

You want a promotion. That's all you want.

Your family. Your child. Your future. That's all you ever wanted.

With a sharp breath you throw yourself back under the black coat to control yourself. You imagine the little fingers grabbing your hand as you grip your mother's sword. An heirloom in your hands that will never be reached toward in curiosity, to which you would reply to keep her hands off it. Not here. Not in Helsinki. And where else can you go? You got here off Nepotism. If this door shuts, that's it. It's back to the lottery, only now you are stuck in this Frutiger Aero shithole and not the comfortable lazy place of home. So close, but now Katriina has shut the door. And for what? Why? You don't understand.

Schiesse.

...

Before you is a bridge. It will carry you over the vast chasm between where you are and where you want to be.

You are afraid of crossing it.

With a steeling breath, you lose presence of mind.

One anon, roll 1d100. Success threshold; 200. This threshold for success on this type of roll persists throughout the quest, and is lowered by the value rolled. Your moral fiber and Noble heart have doubled the threshold's starting value. Until you pass this roll, You cannot do what it is you set out to do, and other rolls will fail to achieve their normal outcomes.
A second anon, roll 8d8. This is a trivial roll.