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[It's sheathed. Gotta be responsible with those weapons, okay.]
[But he is writing a note.]
['The way of the warrior, the way of the ruler, both, neither, something else entirely. It's your choice to make, but whatever you do choose, you'll definitely be able to do what you set out to do.']
[And putting it on the seat.]
[But he is writing a note.]
['The way of the warrior, the way of the ruler, both, neither, something else entirely. It's your choice to make, but whatever you do choose, you'll definitely be able to do what you set out to do.']
[And putting it on the seat.]
[ as you set these down, you feel a slight change in the weight of one of your pockets.
Inside is a solid silver key that was definitely not there before ]
It could be to one of the other locked doors you've come across.
[ ...what? It wouldn't be Lucky's heart if there wasn't a LITTLE dry deadpan humor. ]
[ ...what? It wouldn't be Lucky's heart if there wasn't a LITTLE dry deadpan humor. ]
Well, there's just been so many. [Can return it just fine.]
[But first he's gonna take a look at that food. Just because food.]
[But first he's gonna take a look at that food. Just because food.]
[ It's a very well-laid table. Plenty of wine and ale, roast duck, fruit tarts, meat pies, the works.
Karen murmurs from behind you. ]
We must not look at goblin men,
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?
Karen murmurs from behind you. ]
We must not look at goblin men,
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?
....grim. Kind of conflicted on figuring out what the food means then.
[I can touch the table, at least?]
[I can touch the table, at least?]
[....all right, gonna touch the food. Not eating though.]
[ It is food. It does seem to exude a slight feel of magic, but it's more a strange feeling at the back of your mind than anything concrete. ]
[Hmmm.]
[Well.]
[With the poem, I shouldn't EAT it, probably.]
....right. Well, I guess we should head back.
[Well.]
[With the poem, I shouldn't EAT it, probably.]
....right. Well, I guess we should head back.
[ Yeah, that's probably a good plan. ]
Lead the way.
Lead the way.
[I did some good, I'll count it as a victory.]
[I guess I'll try the front door.]
[I guess I'll try the front door.]
[Okay, went through the first. Came out the third.]
[Before the Office, gonna take a look if the middle door is what I think it is.]
[Before the Office, gonna take a look if the middle door is what I think it is.]
[ It's the apartment. You can go in if you want? ]
[Nah, just wanted to check.]
[Let's try the key on the office!]
[Let's try the key on the office!]
[....oh wow.]
[Huh.]
[Inside I go anyway. Let's take a look at those candles.]
[Huh.]
[Inside I go anyway. Let's take a look at those candles.]
[ Karen hangs back by the doorway, shifting nervously from foot to foot. ]
It's... I don't like it. Being so close to there.
[ She points to the darkness past the desk, one arm wrapped around herself. ]
[ She points to the darkness past the desk, one arm wrapped around herself. ]
Do you know what it is? Can you tell me?
[ Karen shakes her head ]
I'm sorry. I can't go back there. I can't.
I'm sorry. I can't go back there. I can't.
It's okay. You don't have too. You've been helping a lot.
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