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Gypsy Evening Soft
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I quickly grab Dotti around the shoulders and put on my best barmaid sass to try and defuse the situation.
“Girl, do I look like I have any valuables? I’m d-damn broke as a joke. This sack is full of gross socks.”
“We’ll take them!” a tiny magpie chimes in from Robin Hoodie’s shoulder.
“Oh, for the love of- let me.”
Anita lets her wind spell fly! It catches both birds right in the center of their torsos. Dotti’s and my illusory outfits are unharmed, but I think my real, improvised one is rustling a bit too much from this… I wish I could see it.
The birds crash to the alley floor, hoodies being pulled back by the wind to reveal a familiar face from the adventuring guild.
“Apricot?” Anita says, her tone scolding. “Why are you doing this?”
“Aífe said adventurers rob from the rich and give to the poor. And it’s true!” Apricot mutters. “I just wanted to have some adventures close to home, is all.”
“It’s still illegal,” I say. “This is inexcusable behavior. Taking advice from a mischievous magpie, you should know better.”
“Let me gnaw on her leg a little! She deserves it!” Dotti says, smacking her chops. “I promise I won’t bite too hard.”
“I’m not a chicken dinner,” Apricot whimpers. “I’m skinny and fit and way too tough for your, um, refined tastes, Miss Dotti.”
“I have a better idea,” Anita says, looking down on Apricot with an imperial glare. “That magpie is friends with Taranis. She ‘negotiated’ the release of a huge pile of certain magical unmentionables.”
“Can’t blame a bird for having a silver tongue,” Aífe says, hopping atop Apricot’s shoulder. “They don’t teach you hostage negotiation at witchy college, do they? And apparently you’re scraping the bottom of the barrel, outfit-wise. Taranis and I really did a number on your wardrobe, huh?”
“You really should choose your company more carefully,” Anita says. “Apricot, if you want out of this, you’re going to need to reimburse me for this attempted mugging. And you know what they say; turnabout is fair play…”
Apricot gives a panicked cheep. “Y-you wouldn’t… not my unmentionables… right?”
“I would.”
“M-Miss barmaid!” Apricot throws herself on her knees in front of me. “These girls are being mean to me. It was just an adventure. Adventurers get into all kinds of mischief at bars. You understand, don’t you? Please, save me!”
Decisions, decisions…
1. Let Dotti have dinner
2. Let Anita have payback
3. Let Apricot have adventures
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