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[iforgotthepassword]

For the Map Group: After taking down the assassin, morale is teetering and everyone is weary. At least you've finally reached the village, which doesn't look at all how you might have imagined it: everything is bright and tidy, and the smoke you'd seen from afar had been nothing more than the bakery's chimney. As you enter the town, you notice there are people walking around, seemingly oblivious to the carnage in the canyon.

For the Compass Group: You're tired of walking. There's a long stretch of orc and corpse-free land, and it would be a perfect spot to camp. After the beating you endured in the caves, there's no way you could keep going without taking a break.

[ mission: rest and recuperate. ]

Comments

[scantilyclad]

[ hello. ]

Strange, no? That our dear leader should know of my magic. Why, before I even had the chance to speak to him of it.

[crotchbite]

[ breathes through her nose and clenched teeth and forces a little smile ]

Don't apologize. You did a good job. [ pats her knee ]

[sawedoff]

[yeah he's with michonne on this]

You're a lucky son of a bitch, you know that? Just keep an eye on it. Let me know if anything weird starts happening.

[you know. anything...weird.]

[leans a little to the left while he's talking to nick to kind of squint at the baker]

[cabineyes]

[ calm down morgana i'm not uther. leaning against a stone fence, busy with bandaging his hand. ]

He's quite perceptive for someone so stubborn. You'd often think those types are blind and deaf.

[mercyless]

[ picks up a bread and slaps it on the counter. ]

We'll take this.

[dices]

Anything weird? [ like

everything?

he's pretty sure the baker is too intense about this whole deal too but he's being you know. discreet. ] All right.

[ tips basket slightly and lets the muffin roll out

to the floor ]

[sawedoff]

[he's having one of those zoom on eyes stare offs with weird baker for a second]

--Yeah. Weird.

You know, oozing or. Pus. Maggots. If you start coughing up needles. That kind of thing.

[run of the mill post-black magic surgery checkup business. obviously.]

[butgrandma]

[all she did was pour some booze]

If you say so.

[sits back and looks around]

Why do you think the canyon is so quiet now? Just like that?

[scantilyclad]

Indeed. However!

[ takes his hand in both of hers. ]

You were not subtle in your hints. What was it you said, about how he should seek out our magic user and slay them?

[idontknowthepassword]

Free, for you folk.

[idontknowthepassword]

T-the bread, I mean. Not the muffins.

[idontknowthepassword]

Only the bread that's free.

[mercyless]

[ i don't trust your sorry ass. free? ]

Nothing's free.

[crotchbite]

Calm before the storm? Probably something enormously bad is about to happen, so we might as well rest before we have to run.

[ ties the bandage a bit tighter around her wound ]

You must be used to this already.

[mercyless]

...

[ why the muffins. ]

[cabineyes]

[ this is not going to end well. ]

[ better be quiet. ]

[dices]

You'll probably see me vomiting needles if I do get to that stage.

[ turns around to watch the baker and michonne ]

[butgrandma]

I'm used to running, at least.

[sounds a little bitter about it tbh]

[sawedoff]

Speaking of weird.

[scantilyclad]

Would you not prefer to be friends? Instead, you encourage a man to kill me. Why is that, I wonder?

[crotchbite]

[ pulls on the shirt again ]

Here or elsewhere?

[cabineyes]

He would have found out sooner or later.

[idontknowthepassword]

M-my bread isn't very good, you see. I keep trying at it, hoping it'll be better. That's why it's free.

[butgrandma]

Both, I guess.

Though I enjoyed running much more before coming here.

[she just rediscovered control over her wolf and got to take it out for a spin before all this]

[mercyless]

Then throw it away.

[ making the customers see it will drag down the whole business. don't you know anything? ]