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While the diminutive Durher can’t exactly help you to your feet, she nonetheless takes your hand in two of hers and tries her best to tug you back up! “Hard to believe the old fogey used this place for something other than rutting, huh?”

Yea, you reply, grimacing as you struggle to avoid thinking of the elderly Durher’s conquests, but, like, that’s what you do in Universities, right? Socialize? Study?

The girl’s head cocks to the side as confusion spreads across her face. “Never been–had a private tutor.”

Oh, you reply with a listless blink, that’s… yea, that tracks…” Sensing something amiss, the Durher dares to step a little closer with concern in her eyes. “Did you go to an Academy, or?”

A crack appears in your mind’s persistent cloud layer. No… you, uh… you didn’t want… no, you COULDN’T…

“Oh.” Tzah-Tzie replies with a click of her tongue. “Well for what it’s worth, you still turned out pretty clever, Ant.”

The response tears you away from your silent confusion! N-no, you sputter, you went to school, you just… Well, there’s this higher education called ‘College’ and a lot of people go there once they’re done with regular school…

“But you couldn’t go…” The Spinner repeats, each word echoing as she circles the study. “Did… did you wanna go?”

You’re uh… you’re not sure, you answer as you shift your weight from one foot to another. Maybe… but maybe… you didn’t?

Tzah-Tzie blinks as she sifts through your answer. “Well don’t worry, Ant–we’ll get those memories of yours back. Tzah-Tzie guarantee!”

You open your mouth to protest, but you can’t really fight against that cheeky grin of hers… Yea, you nod, she’s right. Your answer earns a triumphant twirl from the troublesome troubadour!

“Course I am! Always right, mhm!” Winking at you over her shoulder, the Durher begins to unceremoniously tear the place apart like a Fed looking for evidence! H-hey!

“Less reflecting, more inspecting!” She barks as she disappears inside what you assume is a drawer! “Chop chop!”

Joining her in the hunt, you start in a dust-filled armoire near where TT left you. On a separate note, you begin, trying not to flinch as you’re showered in something thick, powdery, and sticky like a spider web, would she mind keeping an eye on-

“Rez-Rez? Way ahead of ya.” Says the Spinner as she chucks some clutter onto the floor behind her, “Might even bag some HOLY SYMBOLS TO KNODD just to keep her on good behavior…”

The name doesn’t ring any bells, but Trier’s comment about sealing away the gods causes something to chime in your head… Knodd, you repeat absent-mindedly, who’s he again?

>CONTD.