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[ladybirdcrap]

Hey good job guys you actually fulfilled a mission of a post for once and nothing got set on fire? Wow gold star what special little sports you are. Okay so once you pick up and leave town after you stay the night you're on the road again, you're headed for a small village about a half day's walk. Take up your horses and your wagon and all that and hit the old oregon trail etc

Somewhere along your walking montage you'll pass a gathering of stones that look kind of out of place. You can stop to poke it if you're really bored but you're going to have to keep moving, so

[Mission: walking montage, poke things, be cool]

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[cabineyes]

[ wipes the mud off his eyes. ruinedhisguyliner. ]

Does it truly seem like a good one to you?

[andtrue]

I just woke up in a wagon full of chicken cages. All my money is gone. And! I can't remember a single thing after our duet. It's a great morning.

[cabineyes]

What about the two girls you were supposed to wake up with? Did you leave them in the wagon?

[ looks at the chicken wagon disappearing in the distance. ]

That's terribly boorish of you, old friend.

[andtrue]

I have your hook, too. But I think I paid for it fair and square.

[ so you're not getting it back. ]

[cabineyes]

What?

[ oh the money. ]

... It's worth way more than that!

[andtrue]

Not really. You can find these things anywhere.

[cabineyes]

Not one quite like that, I'm afraid.

It has sentimental value.

[andtrue]

And?

[cabineyes]

I'm going to need it back.

Mate, I'll be in trouble without it.

[ you can't leave me with a xanxus hand. ]

[andtrue]

Earn it.

[ starts walking towards the party. they're not even that far. ]

[cabineyes]

Weren't we friends?

Is this how fast you're willing to cut our ties?

[ you're breaking my heart. follows in his footsteps. ]

[andtrue]

Tell me about it. The sentimental value.

[cabineyes]

[ his head hurts too much to handle this right now. ]

A gift. From my beloved mother.

[ narrows his eyes as he stares daggers at the back of august's head. ]

Oh, I think you know the story.

[andtrue]

... I might know the story. I was waiting to see if you'd tell me yourself.

[cabineyes]

Are you going to write a book about it? The tale of the Dark One?

And now you need my point of view. That's not very original, now is it.

[ seriously who the hell are you. ]

[andtrue]

... What was her name?

[cabineyes]

Come up with it yourself.

[ i'm not writing the book for you. ]

[andtrue]

It's already written down. The book already exists.

[ .......... kind of. ]

[cabineyes]

...

And you read it?

[ is that how ]

[andtrue]

Sure, you could say that.

[ there's nothing about hook in henry's book but hook never has to know this ]

[cabineyes]

[ it's probably the same history book that owen told the others had read?? maybe?? we just don't know. thanks for making his headache so much worse. ]

Wonderful.

So now you can give me my hook back.

[andtrue]

How's that earning? You haven't done anything yet.

[cabineyes]

If you read the book you must understand why I need it back.

[ catches up with him. c'mon now don't be a bitch. ]

[andtrue]

I don't remember. You'd better jog my memory.

[cabineyes]

What happened is hardly a secret. I would have told you anyway.

We're friends, aren't we?

[ except i'm going to choke you soon if you don't give it back. ]