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[miauw62]

"We've got the money and our broken friend. Anyone mind if I go first?"

[Tomcost]

Sigmund said:

-I think that Mark would mind if he could talk. Besides that, you can move, so it would be better if we allow him to move first, then try to fix you.

[Xantalos]

Try to contact that hermit guy again.

[Innsmothe]

"Am I here just as a pretty face, or can I do something useful?"

[Xanmyral]

"Hm... Suppose we must look for directions again. But each time we're at least getting closer to our goal. I thank you for coming along with me good Mage Art, it is much appreciated. If I can't find them there however, the only other place I can think to check would be the boat again, in hopes that perhaps they've returned while we left." Morton commented to his companion, as he once again tries to politely pester someone who seems to be a local for where they might find the Alley of Muffled Screams.

...He's still rather not a fan of that name. Who's screams are they muffling? How could something even garner such a strange and macabre name?

[miauw62]

"Mmph, alright."

[Tomcost]

Sigmund said to Scott:

-You already did something useful, you helped three invalids. I will abstain from making a comment on the first part of that sentence, though.

[Harry Baldman]

In the streets of Shriekpot...

Kevin, prone as he is, chooses to take the initiative in this case.

"We've got the money and our broken friend. Anyone mind if I go first?"

It turns out that someone does mind. Sigmund, to be specific.

"I think that Mark would mind if he could talk. Besides that, you can move, so it would be better if we allow him to move first, then try to fix you."

"Mmph, alright."

Scott is also a bit peevish from today's experiences, and makes his grievances plain.

"Am I here just as a pretty face, or can I do something useful?"

"You already did something useful, you helped three invalids. I will abstain from making a comment on the first part of that sentence, though."

Before this wonderful dialogue can go on further, Gunther intervenes.

"So... I take it that your friend is the one inside the bag, yes?"


In the dark void of sensory deprivation...

Niklas attempts to communicate with his old pal Kruub.

"Kruub! Kruub! Come in, Kruub!"

There is no reply. He must be busy or something. Or just a rotten old codger who likes ignoring people on purpose - both are equally likely, Niklas supposes. After all, the bastard loves his dung cave to a degree that would be distinctly unhealthy if one didn't take into account that he, by all rights, should have expired some ten years ago, really.


In the streets of Shriekpot...

Morton confers with Art for a moment.

"Hm... suppose we must look for directions again. But each time we're at least getting closer to our goal. I thank you for coming along with me good Mage Art, it is much appreciated. If I can't find them there however, the only other place I can think to check would be the boat again, in hopes that perhaps they've returned while we left."

"I guess, yeah. In any case, I seem to be glowing nicely again."

That's kind of true, actually - the light seems to have returned nicely to Art's crystalline core. However, Morton has more pressing business presently. He approaches a nearby person, seemingly a local.

"Excuse me, sir, but do you know in which direction lies the Alley of Muffled Screams?"

The man turns to him, wild-eyed and manic in his manner.

"The truth does not exist, good sir! Everything is a lie! Believe it or not!"

[Xantalos]

Gogdnagit. Well, nothing for it but emptying my mind again.

Empty my mind again.

[Tomcost]

((This town is full of weirdos))

Sigmund told Gunther:

-Yes. And I think that he would apreciate if we begin doing bussiness.

[Xanmyral]

[Morton is starting to become disturbingly aware of this.]

"I, ah, I see. Or... Not see?" Morton is confused, to say the least. Oh dear, bit cities are quite peculiar it seems. Things were so simple out in the country, everyone knew one another and the rather more stranger of them had the tact to not shout in stranger's faces. A part of him said to rapidly depart, another to see what in the world is upsetting this man so. The third part is to just ask him again, but he's well aware that probably wouldn't quite work.

Against his better judgement... "Hm, what exactly is bothering you, sir? Why denounce truth and everything as a lie? I'm afraid the meaning is lost on me."

[Innsmothe]

"What is iit that you plan to do with him?"

[Tomcost]

((Inb4, Harry makes an in-game comment about how you changed speech colors))

Sigmund added:

-I guess that it depends on how damaged he is.

[Innsmothe]

((Slip of the wrist >.>))

[killerhellhound]

((I am finally getting fixed FUCK YEAH

also in a town of weird people we aren't the weirdest, that is disturbing for this community, wheres Derm when you need him))