wooliefrand | IT'S CL-OVER

They're goin' towards a casino. That sounds real fuckin' promisin'. The Gambler Demon said our priest was prob'ly in a place like that.

[ pulls his hood over his head. ]

I'm followin' 'em to the casino.

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[he climbs the rest of the way down the ladder, then looks at Narrah and shrugs]

Ya heard him. N' we ain't lettin' him go alone.

'Sides, ain't no one gonna notice once we get there. Pull yer fuckin' hoods up an' let me do the talkin'.

[ shrugs, unbothered ]

'kay, whatever you say.

[tugging up his hood]

I always let ya do the talkin'.

We'll follow 'em from a distance. Keep it down, act like we're patrollin'. An' try not ta trip any more traps.

[ says the furry who tripped a trap. ]

[SAYS THE FURRY]

[the two up ahead are chatting among themselves, ignoring that the 'newbie' and others are following them. Despite being in a sewer, it actually smells fairly pleasant! The water is fresh as it runs beside their walking path, and though difficult to see, they are lots of foot/pawprints on the path. It looks like this area is traveled through constantly!

And eventually, lights begin to flicker on, and the pathway gets wider and wider. In the dim light, suddenly they can see other pats converging, and other wolves coming into view, everyone falling into line. There's a lot of casual chatter in the line, but you all might wonder WHY there's a line.

Well--is that a bouncer up ahead?? Looks like he's whispering something to each group entering, and then waiting for an answer. Uh oh, he just turned some wolves away.

Looks like you might need a password!!]

[ whispering to Narrah: ]

Oi. Ya got any way of listenin' in on 'em ahead?

...

Could teleport onto the ceiling near those guys. Stick myself there. Just relies on 'em not looking up.

[ "just" ]

Think they're preoccupied with all've us waitin' here.

[ ear flicks. he's also trying to listen and see if he can pick anything up. ]

Uh huh. No risk, no reward, right?

[ TELEPORTS ONTO THE CEILING NEAR THE BOUNCER AND STICKS HIMSELF THERE. can he hear anything. does he fail the stealth check miserably. whadup ]

[For Hannya- he can't hear it from this far away, but he does hear some other wolves muttering.

Hey, do you smell something kinda sweet. . .? Like. I think they call 'em 'fruit'?

Idiot, you're just hungry! I WISH there were fruits here. I haven't had any grapes since I was a pup!

Stop smelling so sheep-like maybe. Speaking of!

FOR NARRAH-- The bouncer asks a simple question, exasperated. It's like he doesn't want to: "What do you call a wolf that borrows too much coin?"

Before the next group can answer, the bouncer sniffs--he smells something sweet and his ears flick upwards.

roll1d10!! IF HIGHER THAN 6 HE CAN TELEPORT AWAY BEFORE THE BOUNCER SEES HIM but doesn't get the answer.]

[ i rolled a 6 exactly. TRIES TO TELEPORT AWAY ANYWAY ]

What in the--?! HEY!

[HE CAN TELEPORT AWAY but the bouncer is BRISTLED, and he shouts: Shut the doors, don't let anyone else in, something weird is going on!

Ruh roh, the wolves don't like that, and a bunch try to SWARM the entrance, hoping to get in before the cut off. IT'S A BRAWL.

On the plus side, you don't need the password if you can manage to find a way around this???]

[ looks at Nue. ]

Hey, bro. Think ya can handle this?

[looks at Hannya.

Looks at the brawl.

Cracks his knuckles]

Yeah, think so.

[guess it's time to knock some heads together]

[ just going to watch this mess and wait for the right moment to slip through. ]

[ from beside Hannya: ]

"What do you call a wolf that borrows too much coin?"

In case we need it.

Fuckin' riddle shit. I hope Nue beats the shit outta that bouncer.

[WELL LOTS OF SHIT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW. Wolves are punching, biting at each other, clawing--oh and getting their heads knocked together. They don't know where this Weed guy came from but CLEARLY he's a wolf with how he fights!!

Security is trying its damnedest to close the doors so no one else gets in, and a bigger wolf gets KICKED right in the chest away the door, allowing an oepning. Blink and you miss it, but did something smaller just slink through there. . .?

But it's now or never if you're gonna try to get in.]

[ makes a mad dash for it! jumps over a few wolves in the process. ]

[ YUP DASHING RIGHT AFTER, looks like he doesn't even need to teleport here. time to recharge mana ]

[pickin' up a wolf and just throwing him into a couple of other wolves, as you do.

Then dashing in after them too!]

[THEY MAKE IT IN, JUST AS THE DOORS SHUT. And--woah who turned on the lights.

THAT SURE IS A CASINO. Of sorts. Instead of money however, it seems like everyone's gambling for goods. High quality clothing, vegetables, even some desserts here and there, (normal) animal meat that isn't a corrupted mass of souls. On the roulette table there are BERRIES. Damn, high spenders here.

There is also a bar full of shitty alcohol, though there's only one person there at the moment, hunched over and cloaked. But before you can explore at all, security stops them:

Hey, hey we saw you bunch jump in here! Did you have the answer? Or are you. . .?

Ruh ruh, their guns are raised (yea these wolves just have fucking guns), and eyes are trained on them. They've got one shot at answering the riddle.]

Psh, do we have the answer! 'Course we do! It's . . .

[ think. think think.

lightbulb. ]

"Loan" wolf.

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