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[curseshit]

You broke the curse! Or well, the weird spanish guy doing magic is on that right now, finishing it up, but the group should be fine. Or fine and fine.

The townsfolk is as confused as you are. Some of them have been under the spell for years. The guards are giving up their weapons as they realize they don't want to fight for this guy. It was all for the money. He used them. If you want to question him while he's still alive you better keep him safe inside the church.

[ mission: deal with the post-traumatic stress. ]

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[recurred]

[enabler]

[pauses a moment before pulling the bag off her shoulders full of the junk she's collected for them and hands it to him]

Kind of hope you'll be wrong. [just saying. she has an idea with how this might go down. it'd be easier picking it out of a box of dead rats]

Mobile's in there. Keep an eye out.

[turns back to wade through the labyrinth]

[sawedoff]

Yeah.

[bag-holder. watches her trudge through river of junk. i'll just wait here]

[aldebaranshit]

[boy howdy you look bored]

[among the junk you're standing on, a particularly shiny flyer seems to be sticking out from an old parcel between your bowlegs]

[sawedoff]

[hey video game clues. why can't important stuff always shine in a strangely attention-getting manner]

[sets bag on her beanie baby collection and leans down to yoink flyer, mumbling the words to himself as he reads over it]

[aldebaranshit]

[one of those like zany freakshow fliers, except it's talking about multiverses and compression machines with some grainy picture and some cute showgirl posing in front of it. At the bottom it reads 'Brought to you by the Arunafeltz Board of Collectors']

[the rest of the parcel is full of longwinded letters from an Esme Griswald]

[sawedoff]

Huh.

[flips it over to look at the back like it's going to explain itself before going through the parcel. thanks esme. you're like an angel answering his prayers. i hope clara found a regular ass map in this bag somewhere]

[aldebaranshit]

[if not, blind marge probably has like 20 maps beneath that bowl of cat food in the kitchen]

[letters seem to be an exchange between esme and her sister, discussing the fascinating developments of the 'compression' machine, promising experiments including a trip to some fandangled place called 'Neuyork', national politics, scandal, etc. inviting her to come to the grand opening so they can go off on adventures.]

[sawedoff]

[wait what are the dates on these letters is esme's ass even still kicking]

[stuffs box full of letters in bag and goes to appropriate himself a map]

[fuck your item quest i'm goin home]

[aldebaranshit]

[damn right you are]

[they seem to be a few decades past, might want to ask around some of the locals about the place before they split off for good. no im not going to npc for you but its an option]