Were only given one option to progress this time.
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: Anyway, now that weve gotten our little imp friend, were free to continue our journey eastward. But then again, I should hope he is his face takes up, like, thirty-percent of his body. : He bounds off towards his brethren settled in the wagons rafters. He looks forward to the road ahead with everyone, and believes it shall be worth it.) : (He plans to set up a nest that should ward off any further trouble from them. He indicates he was able to find you thanks to the swarm of howlers.) : (Your new imp companion seems very pleased to be in the wagon. : You can see the little imp has made himself at home. So were a bit starved for conversation, even if its with something that cant properly speak back. : Other than striking up a conversation with our new Furby, were still at a dearth of things to do at this stop. : So, weve gotten two humans, a demon, a dog, and a species of imp that specializes in driving wagons. Inside the wagon, the other drive-umps stare at him with something like reverence. No one argues against letting the creature come along. : The drive-imp seems satisfied at having gotten through to you, and you explain to your companions what little you have learned of him so far. : (The drive-imp seems to have history with your blackwagon. You sense some pattern in the drive-imps screeches. : (The drive-imp seems both excited and frustrated by something. Rather than do my usual thing, which is hotlinking a cropped image to these unique overlays, Ill just write out all the translations instead of the unintelligible screeches, because thatll be half as much work for me. Which means hovering my icon over his sentences, every single time he says anything at all. : This little guy communicates entirely via screeches and coos, but we can understand him if we try really, really hard. If you concentrate, perhaps you can derive some meaning from his calls and screeches. : You sense a depth of experience in this creature. : The howling subsides as your fellow exiles scramble out to check on Mae. Each of them nods at you as if to signal their approval.
: I will do it, Mister! Please, you have to let me, and, the Scribes, they will protect me, I know they will! : It seems we need your help in this, my friend. One of us can draw them out, under the Readers watch It shall be just like one of our Rites. We shall give them reason to fear us, as well. : Whats she talking about? Whats going on? : They fear the Scribes! They fear the Scribes, I know they do! : That done, lets just go ahead and prepare for whatevers incoming for tonight. : That said, I forgot to post Maes bio, so Ill take this opportunity to do that now. I guess this is just an opportunity to save and quit if you want? Nobody in the blackwagon has anything to say to us we havent unlocked any new pages in the book and the Slugmarket isnt here. : Unusually, there is nothing to do on this screen. Once you help them settle in, perhaps you can learn more of their source of concern. : Your fellow exiles scramble to prepare the wagon for whatever is out there. He was there when they first discovered the blackwagon, but they speak little more of it for now. : You pick up bits of pieces of the minstrels significance to your fellow exiles. Likely there was nothing to be found either way. I felt certain that he would have taken our same route to the Spring of Jomuer. : As you make your way through the stark badlands of Fallflat, all there is to show for the missing minstrel is a deeper scowl on Jodariels face. : Its ultimately a fifty-fifty, and I dont wanna go to Gluehive, so. But, then again, that assumes that he was conscious and aware when he was in the blackwagon with us. : On top of me still not really wanting to go to a place called Gluehive, I think, if the minstrel were anything of a survivalist at all, hed probably tend to stick around the path that he knows. : Were headed back east no matter what we choose, but, like our journey here, we can choose to head either through Gluehive, or through Fallflat. Part 5: 04.A: They're Here : There is still no sign of the lone minstrel, although Jodariel tracks potential signs of movement east, the same way you are headed.
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